in my little Bisayan town <br />the guitar strings are loose <br />and the sound <br />becomes musically challenged <br /> <br />i will be having a hard time <br />with my lyrics <br />and choice of pitch <br />because of this faulty guitar <br />and this <br />hardheaded guitarman <br /> <br />one day i decided to sing alone <br />less the guitar <br />and the guitarist <br />and then i learned to live <br />and sing <br />without so much fuss <br />without <br />any need for a guitar <br />or any accompaniment <br /> <br />surprisingly <br />i can sing alone and yet <br />still be in tune <br />without things <br />without so many people <br /> <br />yes, it is this solitude <br />and the rest becomes mere surplusage<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/learning-to-live-alone-and-be-happy/
