Friday, August 9, 2024

My Guitar

 


My guitar

My stronghold

My comfort along the harsh journey called life


I have rejoiced with it in the good

I have wept with it in the bad

I have expressed everything in between


My guitar

My friend

My constant companion

Who never leaves my side no matter how dark life gets

The one I can truly count on

No comments:

Post a Comment

I wish

I want to fly I want to touch the heavens To soar Spread my wings and go Leaving the Earth behind But no Here I am at this desk for 8 hours ...