The Bucket Man
I saw the Bucket Man today,
Upside down, his head in his bucket,
his arms folded tight
to entertain the crowd.
“It’s my living”, his sign says,
“puts a roof over my head”.
Such focus and fitness,
such determination,
such imagination,
such creativity.
Will it lead him him
to a different place,
one day,
this man and his bucket?
And what if his parents were wealthy
and had sent him to Eton or Harrow,
What then for the Bucket Man?
Such focus and fitness,
such determination,
such imagination,
such creativity.
Would it lead to a different place
for this man and his bucket?
But he does well, it seems.
And for every coin in the bucket
there’s a ‘thank you’ and
a thumbs up from an arm
released from it’s fold.
He’s a popular entertainer,
on facebook now and Twitter.
So, what if one day his head
meets up with the treasure in his bucket?
Will he kick his bucket away
and pay
to send his kids to Eton or Harrow,
What then for the Bucket Man,
would he still have his head
in a bucket, screwed on tight,
or up in the clouds?
And what if he falls, or his body
says ‘Hey, I’m not designed
to work upside down’.
Will his bucket be kicked away from him?
What then for the Bucket Man?
What then for all the ‘bucket men’?
Comments
Post a Comment