Wondrous Guitar

A wooden guitar complete with nylon strings
It's the colour of a sunset, it’s a sunset that sings
It might not mean as much to anybody else
But it means the world to musicians like myself

To me its like a diary of some sort
It helps me really think about the day
It helps me recall what I did right and wrong
And all I have to do is play

You see, one single guitar is all I need
To express my feelings and thoughts
And that single guitar Is all it takes
For my atrocious thoughts to be thwart

It’s a musical creator of happiness and joy
And any grim feelings will meet eradication
For its not a conduit of sadness or anger
But a conduit of merriment and elation

Its an impossible object
That can heal even a scar
This impossible object
Is my wondrous guitar