The troubadours ringing tones

Are carried down the street

His songs of undying

 And unrequited forevermore

Cast in stone

Pretensions of ardent love

Kiss the wind

 

His beard a sign of

Trying to hide,

Extinguish his youth

The boyish charm

That some will find endearing

Lost on others all too soon

 

People flash by

Seemingly unaware

Of songs of heartfelt angst

The sound resounds through

The arcade

In seamless echo

An airborne cavalcade

 

Dying at the end suffocated by

Screaming happy toddlers

Crying and screeching

Whilst a mother barks orders

To her child

Stop or else

 

 Still he carries on

His plaintive song

Until the day

Is at an end

When at last

 Like his voice

The people fade away

Carried off

On the wind

 

Now he’s in a coffee shop

Sipping frappachino

His voice

Finds gentle rest

He sighs the sigh of the singer

Who has given it all his best