Poetry / Pennies From Heaven

People walk by her on the street
Some smile and
Some ignore the lonely girl.
She sits alone on the busy sidewalk
Playing her old guitar
Waiting for a miracle.
Her open guitar case gets
Pennies from heaven
Nickels from people who don’t need the hassle
Dimes for a cup of coffee and
Some times a lucky
Quarter to call her mother
At the local nursing home.

During the daylight hours
She plays that old guitar
On the cold sidewalk
And at night
She’s a man’s best friend
(at least that’s how they treat her).
Her mother once told her,
“Good people always suffer,”
But she believes
“Hard times call for

desperate measures.”

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August 22, 2006

missusmo

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Hi there,

Nothing rambling or foolish here, apart from the terribly clichéd title!

I really liked this. The thoughts flowed and the whole thing was very nicely – sympathetically – observed.

The only thing that niggled me was the capital letters at the beginning of each line. If you’re going with punctuation, then I think you should restrict the use of capitals to the beginnings of fresh sentences, otherwise it halts the flow of the read. Just a thought.

A lovely observational piece. Thank you.