The Lonely Guitar

Here I sit in this corner,

Awaiting for a pick or a strum;

My strings are a little bit looser,

And my neck is a little bit lank.

If only I could resonate for just a while.

There is a need for harmony in the

Guitarist's life.

She has become lonely

While fighting rejection.

But if only I could brighten

Her with some melodic restoration,

Then the harmonization

From my frets to the bridge,

My fingerboard again has

A chance

To live.

The strums and the beat,

And finger picking so sweet.

From major chords to minor,

The seventh chords would

Sound much finer.

I can only hope this

Musician will pick me up

To play much more often,

Maybe every day.

This lonely guitar has not

A chance to please

Every ear with inspiration

To bring the heart a tune

Is all that is needed

To make the blues go away,.

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