Street Cents
Oh to be a chanteuse, "je ne
regrette rien,"
Edith Piaf my stumbles shall
triumphant rend.
Many a busker has sung my tune by
the case
of a guitar gaping for coins or
dollars. Disgrace
is not in the telling, the selling
of a malady
recovered by melody. But in their
infancy
my pitfalls are not wistful, they
are foreign
to the sweet language of
retrospection.
~ LCMH
