‘happy’ world poetry day!😊

  

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the guitar man

his guitar sits on a corner

the strings yearned to be strummed once more

to be touched by those loving hands

whose gift was like the voice of an angel

but his music ceased to be heard

his guitar would no longer be played

for he has been called by the maker

i remember his songs

the safety in his voice

and the joy, the joy he shared

the guitar man, that’s what i remember

like a faded photograph, etched in my memory

like beautiful poetry, written in the pages of eternity

the guitar man would no longer play for me

his voice, now a mere echo

but his music lives on forever

his melody is in my heart

so goodbye for now, my guitar man

i will see you again

singing with angels