Classic poem of the day
Kind Christian souls who pass me by
On business intent,
I pray you think on such as I
Who pine in banishment.
I wear a little coat of red,
'A little bonnet on my head.
Kind gentles, throw a coin to me
And God reward your charity.
My master grinds the music out
To cheer the sullen street;
The children gather round about
And dance with joyous feet.
Have pity on the poor old man
And give him pennies all who can;......
Member poem of the day
The blue sky like an ocean stretching up above my head wherever I stand, with miles to go before dry land.
