Grandfather Guitar Poems

arthritic hands search the fretboard
finding chords that hurt the least
the old guitar brings a toothless grin
then we sneak a sip of whiskey...

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A broken string,
In ancient times she sings
Stretched straight on the guitar then she sings,
not more live today fling, 

Her song today listen on the temple,
Some...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I recall June dreams beyond seasons' past
which bring me down lanes where old guitars  waft ;
his fingers twanging notes, our laughter screams  ...

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I went to visit Grandpa at the Old Folks Home.
I found him in his room all alone,
He was strumming his guitarthe way he Use to...

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