|Fiddler of the Streets
Author: Lily F. Lux PM
He is all alone on the streets, even in winter. Only one person bothers to notice him, and gives him the gift of her kindness. But do good things really last? Is a bit of a Christian allegory, though I didn't intend it to be.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Friendship/Tragedy - Words: 447 - Published: 08-08-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3048950
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A/N: This is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago. It is NOT my best; in fact, I'd love to think I've improved since then! I'm uploading it for posterity. See what you think.
Fiddler of the Streets
Folk said he came from Tuckahoe
The fiddling man with nowhere to go
He lived on the streets, for not one let him in
Or offered him money, or food from within.
For he was the Fiddler of the Streets.
Now, 'twas about Christmas, the old ladies say
When the holly was hung, and the halls were so gay
The fiddler came to play for his pay
Though his music was faultless, the crowd seemed to say,
'Pay no heed, he's a fiddler of the streets!'
Then up ran a girl, with hair of bright gold
And then said to him, quite loudly, I'm told:
'Why don't you take your fiddle and go
Play somewhere else? I don't care where you go!'
So saddened was the Fiddler of the Streets.
When the crowd had dispersed, another girl came.
She carried a cane, for she was a bit lame.
Pressed her only coin in his hand and said,
'This money's for you, to buy you some bread.'
So touched was the Fiddler of the Streets.
And when it was dark, as dark as a tomb
A single light shone from a pane in the gloom
'Twas the girl who carried a cane
She smiled as she looked through the windowpane
At the Fiddler of the Streets.
And when it was dawn, 'twas Christmas Day
The young children by the river did play
But there was a splash, and then a loud yell
From the girl with the cane, I heard tell
'Twas heard by the Fiddler of the Streets.
Dropping his bow, and tossing his fiddle
The fiddler ran to the help of the little
Girl who loved him, and so he then dived
The little girl came up, barely alive
But not, not the Fiddler of the Streets.
And so died the fiddler who saved the girl's life.
What had he done to deserve such strife?
The girl now mourn the man who gave
His life for hers; she visits the grave
Of the Fiddler of the Streets.
A/N: The word "gay" in the second stanza does NOT mean homosexual. I wrote this when I was eleven or so, and (being a nerdy reader of classics) knew "gay" only by the obsolete meaning bright or happy. Looking back, it was a rather poor word choice, considering.
Thank you for reading, and please review.
Lily F. Lux