My Old Guitar

My old guitar has traveled many miles, And seen its fair share of tears but many more smiles. Its listeners vary – some will stop and stay, While others, in a rush, turn and walk away. The melodies it sings, and the emotions it projects, Take us back to an earlier time, or a memory we can’t forget. Her mellow tone resonates across the room, Filling the expanse with delights of our favorite tunes. It may not have a mind, but some say it has a soul, Her feelings emerge in rhythms of country, blues, or rock-n-roll. She may be old, but she remains firm and strong, She’s always there to get me through whatever comes along. She is almost as old as I but still a star, I’ll always be so thankful for my old guitar.