The Broken Stringed Guitar
It was just a broken stringed guitar
covered in dust and the wood bearing scars.
Long forgotten it lay in the run-down old bar.
Then one sultry day an old man came looking
he searched till he found his beloved guitar,
when he held it at last there were tears in his eyes.
The old man thought back on his long ago youth
when he and his guitar, they made quite a team.
The patrons were rough and not easy to please
but he and his guitar would soon restore peace.
His woman was Suzy, the love of his life,
her beauty was perfect, he made her his wife.
But his love for the bottle soon drove her away
till one day she left, though he begged her to stay.
The old man came back to the present and smiled
he thought he would sit and just rest for a while
allowing his thoughts to drift far and wide.
They found him at noon, with a smile on his face
His demeanor so peaceful, the men could just gaze.
Then a chill swept the room and their hair stood on end
when the old man appeared, guitar in his hand
and sang about Suzy, the love of his life.
Now these were all tough man, of fear they knew naught
But that day they trembled as they looked down and saw
the guitar on the floor had been fully restored
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