As I sit here
with my guitar
I play the blues
of a time gone by
A time when you
played from the heart
and you'd sing
what was on your mind
You'd play the blues
till your fingers
would bleed
You'd sing and sing
until you couldn't
stay in key
Then you'd sit in bliss
and listen to BB King
Those good old days
of the blues and the King
The days I want to see again
Dedicated to Eric Cockrell
Wonderful poem mister Walker! I'm delighted that you mention my hero of the blues guitar BB King himself! Well done and hearty congratulations to you.
A lovely piece of the most soulful music which lives in my deepest emotions and embraces who I truly am.. A wonderful piece.. Bb king strummed in my childhood. :) Bravo. Karen
You really brought back the memories of blues.Simple yet moving. Neatly done.
Wow! Does Eric play Blues? If so, wicked. I love Monday nights from 7pm to 8 pm to just wallow in the Paul Jones Show. Oh. nearly forgot to say I love the poem. Oops!
wonderful, xlent, and beautiful also. the emotion of a poet is always perfect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love it.... play all night.... trying to simply touch the song that you feel! been there many times! thank you!