He sat on a crate

There was no debate

He wasn’t that great

An heavyweight

And looked old

Clothes smelled of mold

But he took hold

Of his instrument

With great sentiment

People were passing by

No attention to his cry

I felt enraged

A person, at his age

With a beard like a sage

Has to beg for change

If you see a musician

In a dire position

Please, spare a few dimes

We all sometimes fall on hard times!!!