Guitar - Poem by Della Perry
A lonely six string guitar
Sits in the dark corner
Of a once tidy bedroom
Dust-caked, missing the vibrations of once heard tunes.
A ukulele box to keep it company
Empty cold cardboard
Lost it's soul
For the ukulele is loved; for now.
They look at each other
Reflecting each others mourning song
For the sounds that make them alive
For the notes that will never be played.
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