The Shoeshine Boy in Turin

On the corner near the cobbled square, Sat a boy with dust on golden hair. Shining shoes with rhythm slow and fine, In a world that never saw him shine. Whistling tunes the world never knew, Waltzing dreams on worn-out leather shoes. Each gentle stroke, a soft reply, To all the stars that passed him By. Oh, little boy With steady hands, who danced through Life without demands. I watched you there, And in your song, The quiet streets all sang along. Rain began to tap the morning shoes. Still he stayed, he never moved. One coin dropped, a nod, no fuss. He thanked the world, just one of us. Some walk by, some forget. But I recall him still, no regret. He taught me more in silence true, Than words or wealth could ever do. Oh, little boy beneath the Gray, Your shine still walks these streets today. And when I pass that weathered stone, I hear your song. I'm not alone. Shine on, little one.