Stature
My old guitar
is outta tune
But thats not far
from where I loom.
The brittle strings
once strong and proud
Still try to ring
just not as loud.
My crackling voice
a message blurred
I have no choice
by age obscured.
This scratched up frame
my loss of drive
Should hope refrain
from which i strive?
Copyright © Sean Winslow | Year Posted 2009
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