This man sits at a piano,
Plays to his hearts contents,
He plays and plays.
Sings of people that can’t get away from everyday lives.
Plays of sorrow and joy.
Tours for the greater good of his music.
Parents have heard of him,
Kids listen to him,
He makes me smile everytime I hear the song.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
This man sits at a piano,
Plays to his hearts contents,
He plays and plays.
Sings of people that can’t get away from everyday lives.
Plays of sorrow and joy.
Tours for the greater good of his music.
Parents have heard of him,
Kids listen to him,
He makes me smile everytime I hear the song.
I dedicate this poem to Billy Joyle
