My Guitar

The only one who cared
Was the music that blared
My relief was the sound of the quick strings
I played hard and fast
Wishing that it would always last
The guitar was the mast on my ship
That took me on a trip away from reality

by Elizabeth Song

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I know exactly how you feel here. I feel the same way about mine. nice poem, Kristin. Jackson