A Wandering Minstrel
A wandering minstrel with broken legs Any pain he will subvert Incognito, he travels with a dozen eggs A Samaritan he once failed to convert.
God in disguise – the local imp Has the aristocracy confused Judging bravery and every wimp Yet, women he can not seduce.
Divine and consummate healer All the lame acquiesced to “up and go” One became a shoe store dealer Another promenade with golden toe.
Defying all prevailing winds Chain them all – lax and callow Not succumb to their wounds and sins Only the tenacious mind will follow.