Sunday, July 17, 2022

My Guitar

  My guitar bleeds

With every note that I play

Weeping with the sadness 

Of the song I play


My guitar feels my pain

More closely than any human

I have cried with it

And I have bled with it


My guitar is my constant friend 

My constant companion 

Together we have traveled many miles

Together we have shared life

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