October Carollers
January 25, 2009
Flimsy limbs.
Heart-rending voices.
Singing ditties and carols – though out of tune.
With misplaced and mispronounced lyrics.
For just a peso,
And of myopic visions.
Hanging upon bars of traveling conveyances.
Uttering words – almost raucous and croaky.
Street children.
Callow bairns.
With nature-spring-bottle maracas;
And flattened caps for tambourines.
On a midday sun.
And dusty atmosphere.
Their grubby faces mirror penury;
Delicate little hands denote beggary.
**This poem was cross-posted in my poetry site. But since I am not thinking of updating that site anymore, I just transferred it here. This was written out of the blue when I saw little kids serenading the passengers with Christmas songs in mid-October.
