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A MAN AND HIS GUITAR

 

The old guitar is silent now

And sits behind the door

It’s strings are loose and out of tune

Not played as once before

 

He made the instrument he played

With such amazing skill                      

Music filled his home with joy

But now those strings are still

 

The man that made that guitar sing

Now sits and stares at space

He can’t remember how to play . . .

Confusion clouds his face

 

Sixty years they were as one

And music filled the air

Then gradually the music slipped

Behind his vacant stare

 

The old guitar awaits his touch

A touch that’s not to be

Because it’s lost within his mind

Where even he can’t see

 

3/18/00          Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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