You have seen him and so have I -- Shuffling the streets or standing all day Waiting the mood of the passer-by; Listless, unseeing he twangs away On a broken-stringed guitar -- An empty sleeve -- and again I see Fields deep in mud and places far, A buddy keeping step with me. So I drop my dime in the old tin-cup And always the soul of me lifts up. What if he is not maimed or blind? If he is -- how far the road must wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CUMBERLAND [MARCH 8, 1862] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ABRAHAM LINCOLN (1) by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD WHEN HELEN LIVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MELANCHOLIE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A CHILD'S GRACE AT FLORENCE; A.A.E.C. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CONSOLATION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SORDELLO: BOOK 4 by ROBERT BROWNING A MOTHER'S LAMENT [FOR THE DEATH OF HER SON] by ROBERT BURNS |