Bitter night
seventeen degrees
all is covered
in frozen white
comforters and blankets
piled so high
tugged up high
warmth to seek
Christmas time
just days away
my night is filled
with guitar dreams
there was a girl
in earlier days
when I was young
in velvet prime
I did sing
in choirs then
and did croon
solos sweet
she did dream
and did long
that just for her
I'd sing my song
she did seek
a music store
where she did buy
a steel guitar
a present then
she made to me
that I might then
for her sing
steel wires
so narrow they
strung so tight
for tender flesh
six to press
with fingers five
twisted to shapes
that hurt my flesh
books of songs
I did buy
and practiced hard
so many hours
steel too hard
and calluses too slow
I did sell
that steel guitar
classic ones
with nylon strings
my fingers found
to be easier be
and more hours
so many long
I did play
a classic guitar
so long ago
when I did try
and I did fail
to play guitar
in dark of night
at Christmas time
I do dream
of bass guitars
strings of four
and a lower pitch
that I could tune
to a open G
then to barre
with finger straight
then playing chords
would simpler be
and the pitch
much lower then
to match my voice
deep and low
I do dream
in dark of night
that I might play
a bass guitar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cute and heart warming poem. Merry Christmas in advance