Guitar
One day, he came across his favorite possession
A guitar, covered with dust untouched for so long
A talented musician had moved on with life
--- Leaving his music behind ---
A sadness overcame him, unable to be explained
Where was the part of him dismissed by silence?
Now, it was time to dust it off and play again
Age could not allow him to ignore this anymore
Years had passed, but it sat waiting all the while
The talent living in him, never died a single moment
It was time to play his music, to be heard today
To truly find himself again, this was the only way
Heidi Sands
7/26/18
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2018
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