His guitar

 He sits on the sidewalk playing his guitar 

While people pass by

Some have stopped to listen

Placing money in the case at his feet

Off and on others join him bringing 

Horns

Flutes

Drum

Guitars

And other instruments 

But most of the time he has played alone

He has had gogs

Weddings

Libraries 

Bars of coarse

He likes playing out in the open

Watching the people pass by

He has made friends with some of them

His music is like poetry in their ears

The lyrics he wrote himself

Songs that touch on every fabric of humanity 

Here he plays

Here he sings

To those who listen

A man of the world

A man and his music

A man and his guitar