The Privilege To Share

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On the southwest corner

She shares her craft

For those who have ears to hear.

Six strings and the breeze

Carries her story across the busting intersection.

 

There is no amount of money

Anyone can put in her open case

Which could equate to her art.

She isn’t singing for money

Or for practice for a contest.

She sings for joy

For love lost and found

For the privilege to

Share.

 

 

[Poem #248]

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  1. Hey Jermaine! Just started reading your blog tonight and I love this poem. You’re right- it IS a privilege to share :)

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    1. Hey Sade! I’m so glad you stopped by and I’m glad this poem resonated with you. Take care!

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