the greenwich village singer with the box of kittens who became famous

every day he was

strumming his guitar

singing his own made up songs

 

 

he kept a box nearby

with kittens in the box

(with water and kitty food)

children laughed and played

with the kittens

 

 

I watched

youngsters stop and listen

and people of all ages stopped

and were captivated by

the singer’s songs

 

 

they called him “the singer”

he lived and slept in central park

he  began strumming and singing

when the sun came up

hoping to be discovered

 

 

he sang

seven days a week

everyone called him

“the singer”

 

 

he was hopeful

and he was

living on a dream

his friends said his dream

would never come true

 

 

with only discouragement

coming from his friends

they all said

there are thousands just like you

strumming their guitars

and singing their songs

believing luck will some day

find them, but

“the singer” never gave up

 

 

seven years later

on another trip to Greenwich Village

I checked to see what happened to

“the singer”

he was no longer singing in the park

 

 

I asked those who knew him

has anyone seen

or heard from the singer?

 

 

I don’t know why I had to

hold

back

the tears

 

 

they were tears

of

happiness

 

 

I was told

he was offered a record contract

and several albums later

all his dreams

finally came true

 

 

I am glad he touched my life

with his songs

his hope

his joy

and with his dreams

 

 

dear  singer

I hope I get to hear you sing

in concert

will you come to Louisville

or Cincinnati or Indianapolis

near where I live

and will you smile and laugh

and say hi to me again

like you did in the park?

Published by Jim Wortham

As a teen, wanted to live from writing poetry. Wrote several books, selling nationally. Hung out with readers throughout the United States. My writing has been on back burner. Now dusting off my desk and have my pen in hand. Hope you enjoy some of what I write.

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