The Old Rocker’s Guitar

It stood there in the corner,
All rusty and forlorn,
Plucked out strings,the knocked out bridge,
Remnants of an era long gone.

Caught in the cobwebs of time,
It searched for its lost soul,
Among memories of the distant past,
When life wasn’t so cruel, so cold.

The old rocker’s guitar,
Longing for another chance never dies…
To play to the songs of love and betrayal,
With shouting millions,under the overcast skies..

And when the truth dawns on you,
It takes away a piece of your heart,
And you are left contemplating,
Why it had to be so nice at the start?

So, it stays there,All alone and lost…
Locked away in that small room, by that dingy corner,
Looking earnestly at those small gusts of wind,
That bring no hope, only more dirt and dust.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. trisha
    Mar 24, 2010 @ 18:32:38

    touching and painful. well… hope is life. 🙂


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