The Guitar Man

A Poem about a Busker and the Beauty of Music

Joseph Brown
Nov 2 · 2 min read
Photo by Nicolagypsicola on Unsplash

He lifts his guitar, all black, beautiful, a raven,
Slung over his shoulder, he’s the musical maven.
His fingers work the fret board, warming the strings,
Then he strums one smooth motion and it elegantly sings.

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I am a teacher and a writer. I’ve started a mission of success to find my voice and achieve financial freedom. I’m hoping to inspire others to find success too.

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