MINSTREL MAN

Minstrel Man, plays where he can
carries axe in hand, as he roams the land.
Music Maker, don’t need no takers
if the sound feels right, he’ll play all night.
Songs of life, Songs of death,
Songs of dreams, Songs of screams.
Plays when the mood, strikes his heart,
sounds washing cool, awaken the spark.
Opens your eyes, beckons the soul
Magic man, fears only his own.
He’s paid the toll, for forever flight
plays all day, and plays all night
No worries, no fears, song feeds his soul,
never asks forgiveness as he sets the tone.
Music madness, drives men wild,
women in gladness, would have his child.
Passes through, never touching,
yet no soul, goes without the blessing.

MINSTREL MAN

GypsyKing

Dacula, United States

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