The Old Guitar
Seeing that old guitar
hanging on the wall,
a reminder of love
to many it was known;
guitar was always
in perfect tune
when it plays the song
of two hearts in bloom
Seeing that old guitar
hanging on the wall,
a memory of love
that was bound to fall;
when guitar played
a different melody
and broken tears
blended in its harmony
Seeing that old guitar
hanging on the wall,
could it still play
that familiar song;
guitar in solitude
many years has passed
still remain untouched
by then knowing hands
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