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...A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY; CHRISTMAS-EVE 1899 by THOMAS HARDY EPIGRAM by FRANCOIS GUILLAUME JEAN STANISLAS ANDRIEUX JULY FOURTH; 1867 by LEVI BISHOP THE WEAVER by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN |