guitar lesson from one of the best
“I look at you all, see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps”
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I wanted to do something. I felt helpless as I sat in the backseat. My legs couldn’t yet reach the floor board, my pockets were empty of all but a scuffed up Hot Wheel toy car. But I wanted to do something.
It was the first time I’d seen someone begging for food.
The seconds ticked by while we sat at the stop light. I studied him and wondered what it must be like to be him. I saw tattered clothes, I saw a worn face. I watched as he stared straight ahead, meeting no one’s eyes. Letting his roughly scrawled sign do all the talking.
And suddenly we were off, on our way. Off to do some destination so inconsequential I can’t remember it.
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