To the street peddler on Bourbon Street

Walking down on Bourbon Street

I heard the voice of a street peddler

Made my heart weep

I could not take another step

Without giving him compensation

For the tears I had wept

I searched in my pockets for any coin

or dollars with no such luck

Truthfully I felt like money

simply not enough

So this poem,though not much

is dedicated to you

Thank you street peddler for

singing a song so true.

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