FIDDLER

The fiddle rested gently on his bearded chin 
Time to let the merry and haunting tunes begin
Nobody stopped to listen on the crowded street
A dog by his side tried to keep up with the beat

The clothes this man wore untidy full of holes 
His shoes had no laces and also no soles 
Music continued from his fiddle it was now dark
Time to finish and sleep on a bench in the park

The money left wouldn't buy a cup of hot tea 
He had no idea for the reason why this should be
Muttering to himself as he settled down to sleep
Cuddled against that bench his body in a heap