Round face

Open case

She was young

She was sweet

Coming deep from her lungs

She sang on the street

Could hardly hear her voice

Because of so much noise

The guitar was too big

Yet, she performed the gig

Sitting on the stool

She appeared quite cool

Big cities can be unkind

Passersby leaving her behind

Perhaps, first time in New York

And looking for work

I wish I could hire

No experience would require

Was not in my power

So after an hour

Withouth at her face

Dropped my donation into the case

And with grace

I left