The Man Who Chose To Be Poor
There once was a man who had no legs.
He scratched out a living shining other men's shoes.
For a little extra change he would sing you the blues.
There once was a man who had no arms,
who could hold your attention with a soft shoe dance.
You had to slip his tip in the pockets of his pants.
There once was a man who could not see,
who had learned to play the piano by ear.
He was valued for the lovely music you would hear.
There once was a man perfectly fit,
who lived like a beggar til the day that he died.
His only disability, he just never tried.
12/28/18
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2018
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