All He Wanted Was Money

He sat outside the shop
His back against the glass
Looking out as people walked pass
With hardly a glance in his direction
Not even for the sign
Which hung snuggly around his neck

All he wanted was money to start and work again.

Hard times have brought him
To his rock bottom fate
Job loss to the point
His wife threw him on the street
Only solace a violin in a case
Kept hope still burning within
As he sat and waited for the proper time
Watching the bustling crowds walk pass

All he wanted was money to start and work again.

He brought out volin from its case
Brought it to his chin with such careful grace
Closed his eyes as the bow found the chords
Sweet music filled the busy street
People stopped enchanted by what they heard
Few dropped a few dollars worth, for

All he wanted was money to start and work again.

April 13th prompt: Try the Bop poem, invented by poet Afaa Michael Weaver. It has three stanzas; each stanza is followed by the same one-line refrain. Stanza one (six lines long) states a problem, stanza two (eight lines) “expands or explores” the problem and stanza three (six lines) solves the problem or shows how the problem was not solved.

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