Through Help from Humankind

Gentle eyes that shine

within a trusting face

Believe still that the world’s

a safe and loving place

Innocence survives

in Genus of all kind

With hope they will endure

Through help from humankind


A Master In Rags…

Gnarled bent aching fingers

Deftly polish brass

Of well used treasured trumpet

He cradles like fragile glass

…Closes eyes…

…Purses lips…


With talent God-given

His Blue Music flows

Over those all around him

Soon a small crowd will grow

He never looks up

Rich notes never lag

All are witnessing Genius…

He’s a Master in Rags…