<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=579192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>There Are a Lot of People in the World Called Jack</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s an old man singing<br>Out on his front porch<br>Strumming his guitar<br>Like it’s 1954. <br>It may have been a while<br>But he remembers every chord<br>And although it doesn’t look like much<br>It’s all he could afford.<br>Yes, the paint is peeling<br>And the strings are wearing thin<br>And it’s still sporting the logo<br>Of the band he once was in<br>But every cent he ever earned<br>Bought him that guitar<br>He should have known that green ambition<br>Never gets you far.<br>His fingers pace the tired strings.<br>Performing through the days<br>Mister-Money-Buys-You-Talent<br>So-I’m-Al ways-Going-To-Pay.<br>Stupid to the audience<br>Who stand around and stare<br>He closes his eyes and flutters back<br>Forgets his silver hair.<br>When he carried solos<br>With the music in his arms<br>Failure was not a choice<br>Nothing could do him harm.<br>As the final bar echoes<br>A chord dies in his hands<br>He falls down hard onto his porch, <br>And ceases the painful sound.<br>His weary face stares from his hands<br>The audience just smile, <br>Walk from the man and his guitar<br>Always in denial.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victoria+Annette+Bailey">Victoria Annette Bailey</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=579192" data-title="There Are a Lot of People in the World Called Jack de Victoria Annette Bailey" data-description="There’s an old man singing Out on his front porch Strumming his guitar Like it’s 1954. It may have been a while But he remembers every chord And although it doesn’t look like much It’s all he could afford. Yes, the paint is peeling And th..."></div> </div> </div>

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