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His Sweet Guitar

Blonde bangs played about his face as he strummed his sweet guitar Picking out the harmony backing up the shining stars His stage the backdrop's shadows the spotlight not for him Yet without his tone-deft fingers the band's sound was mighty thin... Soon after each and every gig caressed into velvet case a guitar that kept nights forever young ~ by a man content to be unsung

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John Watt

Date: 11/25/2020 11:46:00 PM

Excellent theme, and I agree with Caren that your last line is a gem. The vast majority of musicians will never be known outside their own family, pub, or neighborhood, but do it for the love of making music. I liked "tone-deft" as a riff on tone deaf! Have you seen the film "20 Feet From Stardom"? I recommend it! ~ Davey Johnstone

Quazi Johirul Islam

Date: 11/18/2020 6:01:00 PM

I did not get the rhyms.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 11/18/2020 6:00:00 AM

I liked the last line; it is great when we know how to entertain ourselves, and still dream, but are content with what is what.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/18/2020 5:03:00 PM

Nice to meet or read about people who don't need to be the 'star of the show.' This is based on a fellow I knew who recently passed away at 70. :) gw