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What next? I sang Yesterday and they walked on by. I sang Walk on By, and guess what, they walked on by.
All I’ve collected is a handful of coins.
See her? We were together once, now she pretends not to know me. She’s going into McDonalds with her mates. I bet they’re not even hungry.
But me? I’m bloody starving and if I don’t get some cash soon I’ll go another day without a proper meal.
I’ll sing my heart out. Give ‘em a dose of soul music. I’ll eat tonight. I will, I will.
Please God, say I will.
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I like this a lot, Keith.
I don’t think it would take too much to turn this tale into a song of it’s own!
Thanks, Mr B, I might just have a go!
Do it!
Poor starving artist
One of many, too many.
Yes in today’s environment this is sadly true
One day, people will look back and ask “How could there be poor and homeless people in a country that rich?”
It really shouldn’t be. Thanks for dropping by, Neil.
“I will be there to share forever, Love will keep us together I said it before and I’ll say it again…….”
Well said Jodi, say it again.
I hope you know that’s an old song lyrics, because it sounds kind of silly of me in retrospect if you don’t…. 😮
I do!
‘sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye…’
If he sings that he may be able afford some blackbird pie!
It’s hard to live hand to mouth.
I can’t imagine what it must be like.
Hat’s off to the starving buskers on the street corner.
I quite agree!
Oh my…this hurts my heart.
I’m pleased the message came across. Thank you, Dawn.
My brain has slowed down so I had to read this twice. I can’t imagine what this reflection is like when lived in person. Makes me even more grateful than I was when I got up today. And may I say, what a handsome lad you are!!
I’m in full agreement, Rene.
I wish I could turn the clock back 62 years!
I’d settle for being 50 again–I could still turn heads…and manage my life independently.
I thought I have to visit you again Keith, old blogging friend Wow still going strong I love this Very realistic and poignant
Marja, how lovely to see you here! 19 years of blogging and still loving every minute of it. Thanks SO much for dropping by.
Said with heart Keith – and a great song choice too 💕
Thanks Ange, I came up with the story after hearing the song on the radio!
Just perfect 🙌
i suppose, busking isn’t what it used to be. i wish him luck.
For some, it’s certainly not. Cheers plaridel.
This is sad really.
Lovely, dear Keith. Quite touching.
Thanks so much, Nancy.
A perfect song from ‘The Beatles’ – I shall listen to it again.
Me too, thanks, Chris!
Buskers have a hard time of it. You honor them with your story.
Dear Keith,
You really captured his desperation. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle