My Guitar
By Jack
Published 28 September 2011
Like a cowboy's revolver
I’d die if I didn’t have it.
Once too big, now too small.
My guitar is special to me.
Dark brown like a tree.
Light brown like chocolate.
My guitar is special to me.
Its strings are clear like glass.
It’s shiny like varnish.
My guitar is special to me.
It’s tuning pegs are jade.
It’s neck is wood.
My guitar is special to me
Its sound has frustrated me
But most of the time it brings joy.
My guitar is special to me.
It was played every day
But now it spends mostly of its time in a cupboard
Yet it holds many memories in its scratches, dents and fingerprints.
My guitar is special to me.
