Busker

I am out to play again
Icy sidewalk, but no rain.
Bringing tunes one might
Think ill fitting for my harps.
But the children get it first
Play with music every verse
And the brief touch of
Community
Must start.
Yes I sang that one at school
Or by campfire like a fool
Or in worship,
Something like amazing grace.
Buddy thanks for playing real.
The emotion we do feel
And transformed is this
Our frequent shopping place.