Lunes, Marso 26, 2012

Ode to my Old Guitar

How can I sing?
You are now broken.
Your keys are missing,
To tune the rusty tangled strings
How can I sing without you?

For many years
You witnessed how I sing
Happy moments and sad memories
Tears on smokes of cigars
And bitter spirits
You were there.
You sung with me

Forgive me, my hate and pain
Swallowed me, then
I was blinded that time
And you suffered the my rage
Can you still sing the right note?
If I put you back to pieces.

It is my fault I broke you
Forgive me
Can you still sing with me?