My Wish Guitar
In my study, against the wall
Stands my wish guitar. And I
Caress it in my arms, let fly
Some chords; Ocean spall.
I feel deep deep down I can
Play and make up a tune;
Sure would be over the moon
If I could play the Twang.
In my study against the wall
Stands my wish guitar;
It's an acoustic semaphore
With notes of rhetoric squall.
In my study, against the wall
Stands my wish guitar and
That's all it is, on its stand ;
Redundant on its stool.
Copyright © Edwardj Clark | Year Posted 2021
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