Old Guitar
strings pluck out a lonesome tune
from the musty eaves above
couples who just met at noon
will tonight believe in love
sweetest shackles bind her heart
to them she's forever true
old guitar sure does his part
when her soul falls into blue
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2011
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