I Strum My Guitar
A dog barks in the distance
A child runs across the yard
A man walks across a driveway
And sits down in his car
He plays a song of yesteryear
And slowly drives away
Another day
So many things I need to say
A paino and guitar sit in a shadowed room
As life marches onward
And you
So far
So far away
Dredging through another day
So far
So far away
I pause to look
A flower sways
A light English rain
Another season
One last day
Turning back
I strum my guitar
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2025
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