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.
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