Poems on the floor

Today, I saw a guy writing poems on the floor with some chalk in Broadmead. I don't know who he was or where he was from. I couldn't see any signs nor flyers. Unknown chalk-poet, I will call him.

At the end of the day, chalk-poet made   some shoppers take a break from their rush lives, who stopped to read the poems written on the floor. It feels good.

 

Welcome to this city

welcome to this town

this land built by heroes

and nasty villains too

I've walked for many miles

I've walked for many days

just to see you smile

and laugh at words which say.

I could have been a banker

I could have built a house

but poems are my skill set

in this long game called life.

I have read a couple of his poems, there were more than 6 when I passed by! And I smiled at him and left. These little things make an average day become special... Thank you!