My Guitar

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    My Guitar

    It has taken me far that guitar
    Traveled long dusty roads
    Sometimes with friends
    More often the the lonely road beckons
    Sitting on a curb case open hoping
    Singing my soul for a beer or a buck
    Never quite finding a home to settle
    Always the music calling me elsewhere
    Leaving broken hearts in my wake
    Never taking a backwords glance
    Or at least not too often
    Writing my songs on paper towels
    Waking in the night with the perfect chord
    My guitar is my lover always
    It will never break my heart
    It speaks to me in all my moods
    I can play the blues,or rock out
    Classical or folk all with no fault
    With my guitar I hide all doubt
    My fingers play my guitar like a lovers touch
    Playing an audience just a plain rush
    That guitar all faithful to the end
    Off we go to the next town again
    Me and my guitar,my very best friend
    Never leaving me until the bitter end




    © kismet 2008

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    WordSlinger commented on My Guitar

    03-19-2009

    Very true, I ve been married to mine since 1987, But I cheat on her with a keyboard lol, just fun huh, great poem, I gave it a 10

    AlexBourne commented on My Guitar

    03-04-2009

    I love this piece it touches the feeling all musicians have toward their art.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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