The Sitar Man

the sitar man

strummed his sitar 

and

begged for quarters,

while he played his songs.

Mother told me,

don't you mind him,

never feed him,

he'll be back for more.

i didn't tell her what i thought,

that feeding him would

feed his music,

and

blossom.

when i got my allowance

for walking the dog and doing dishes

sometimes,

i started put some away,

hidden.

one day i took a handful of change,

as we passed

the sitar man,

i fed him 50 cents,

and 

he played some beautiful notes.

Mother never saw it and

from then on,

i vowed to help all the

people,

sitting on the street,

because they all have music in them.