I'm just a guitar in a rock and roll band
my strings are yours for the playing
My adjustments are easy to make
I've been kept in a soft velvet case
The scratches on my backside, are from
not being treated nice and with care.
Even though I have been around the world
I still have not been played by
the greatest of them all.
Now my strings are loosening,
and have become filled with
Blood sweat and tears.
My adjustments are worn
and lacking the fine tuning.
My velvet case, is worn and showing
signs of wearing through.
The latches won't seal tight anymore,
the rain keeps falling through the cracks
I'm just a guitar in this place called Earth


Comments: 23
I didn't know you're a poet..very sweet..
It only took me about ten minutes.
Hello Jennifer. thanks
WOW, that's not even a good story :-)
Anyhow, I like the poem!
Thank you Christy, appreciate your comment, and yes it does have symbolic meaning
Thanks Donna
Thank you Tammy
Hey Diane thanks
thank you very much Melinda
tks again Amy...
that guitar, lack of fine tuning.
Hugs4U
Barbie