He was a person of interest. Some believed him a pest. His friends thought him a do-gooder, at best.
His family deemed him as one of those. Or so the story goes. He’d rather give than take. He had a firm handshake.
A good man he was with very few flaws. So sad life dealt him a downward turn. The street life he had to learn.
Every day his guitar he would play. Perhaps, a few coins would come his way. His dog by his side. Together they cried.
Ah, our friend and his dog. They drew a crowd. Such deafening applause. He was a man with very few flaws.
The dynamic duo made the news. All while just singing the blues. His friends and family watched in awe. They were most amused.
Little did they know his songs were sung before they begun.