Getting Better
Wandering through B J’s
Using up the time it takes
To mount four new tires
I chanced upon a small guitar
Leaning against a set of drums
On a shelf at eye level
I took it down and strummed it
It was tuned as ever it could be
I wondered as I put it back
Who had taken the time
Do you know anyone
who sharpens fish hooks
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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