Corner Kid

It's all right Ma
I'm only pleading

Corner Kid they called him

With his ever begging bowl

A ship to sail those coins into

A port for passer’s by with soul

Somehow grounded in position

He felt a wish for great success

Applauded those who shared with him

A small bequest from their excess

Some days he was invisible

As though his corner had transcended

Escorted by his hunger pangs

That never left him unattended

Homespun tunes to please the locals

His corner turned with atmosphere

Shoppers smiled his air beguiled

That Corner Kid the bandolier

Three other Kids came by one day

In need of one more for their band

All agreed the Corner Kid indeed

Could value-add and give a hand

They took him home he took a bath

Made a bed on a woollen blanket

He shared his begging bowl of coin

Four guys shared a Beggar’s Banquet

Times are hard with cold alone
Left to walk the the empty road
How rich we are to be with friends
Who carry bags to ease our load