Stood in the corner gathering dust <br />Steel strings <br />Pitted with rust <br />Loose and untuned <br />Waiting to be held <br />Arms wrapped around <br />Waiting for the caress of fingers <br />For passion to make it dance again <br />To feel fingers press and glide <br />To make this old instrument young again. <br />A love song to play <br />The player to sway <br />A lover long lost <br />Never forgotten <br />To bring to life <br />A song once sung <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />RG/NB<br /><br />Robert Green<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-my-guitar-gently-weeps/
