My Song by Rick HamrickYoung man in a bus station
Travelin who knows where
Had his guitar with him
People would stare
See the boy had long hair
His clothes were rags
He carried his belongings
In grocery bags
The boy took his guitar from its case
And tuned it with care
People did their best to ignore him
Shot him glances when they dared
Then the boy started singing
And softly strummed the guitar
The people kept their distance
And listened from afar
(the boy sang)
I long for people to sing to
I ache to give you my song CHORUS
If youd only listen a little while
I promise I wont take too long
The people showed little interest
The drunks murmured in their sleep
Except for one girl who came closer
Dragging her stuff in a heap
She appeared to be fascinated
By the boy and his song
She sat on the floor in front of him
And tried to sing along
(as he sang)
CHORUS
He was startled by the sound of her voice
And asked her her name
She said she was Sarah
She said it seemed like a dream
To meet someone who showed his feelings
And didnt care what people thought
He told her that wasnt true
It was apathy he fought
(he sang)
CHORUS
The bus he was waiting for
Finally arrived
She changed her plans and went along
She felt so much more alive
Thats the last that I saw of them
They boarded the bus and were gone
I doubt Ill ever see them again
But Ill remember his song
(and Ill sing)
CHORUS
I promise I wont take too long
I promise I wont take too long
10/10/1979 Posted on 09/24/2001 Copyright © 2024 Rick Hamrick
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Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 02/05/12 at 12:56 AM I absolutely LOVE this!!! I could so see this unfolding 30+ years ago... or today. I like how this played out in its loneliness begets sadness overcomes the moment and its sweet. I hope you get back to writing soon. ~N |
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