Wasted Talent…
“It’s so sad.” Said the stranger standing next to me in Washington Square. Leaning into me in a whisper she continued her thought, “Such a waste of talent.”
The talent she referred to was a man entertaining a growing crowd of fifty or more people as he playing a grand piano in this historical park of New York City.
Wasted Talent…
“It’s so sad.” Said the stranger standing next to me in Washington Square. Leaning into me in a whisper she continued her thought, “Such a waste of talent.”
The talent she referred to was a man entertaining a growing crowd of fifty or more people as he playing a grand piano in this historical park of New York City.
