This old guitar
Discarded and lost
Full of holes
Scratched and kicked
In the corner it was tossed
This old guitar
Bumped and bruised
Has a story to tell
I wonder
And start to become amused
This old guitar
Battered and torn
Once sang with strength
On stage at night
Of love and scorn
This old guitar
Is like a book
My fingers strum the pages
Every hole every scratch
Tells the journey it took.
