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

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