The Guitar Blues Poem by Paul Warren

The Guitar Blues



I hear the sorrowful guitar sound
As it strains the riff goin' down
And the blues is the theme heard
Powering the world as it turns so absurd

We carry on as the music plays
Taking heart-ache come what may
But once and a while we all pray
Give us a love song to take the pain away.

© Paul Warren Poetry

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