The Old Guitarist

The old guitarist is so weary

As he sits there old and spent

But his fingers keep on strumming

The old guitar, as he is bent

On playing the tune that haunts him

In his every waking hour

The melody that floats from his instrument

Has the lingering fragrance of a flower

He can barely sit upright

He back is gnarled and twisted

But he has to keep on playing

Even though at times he’s resisted

For somewhere his love may hear it

It might find her waiting ears

And she will know he’s thought of her

Throughout these many years

And so he strums and plays a love song

For one no longer here

With his fingers aching

With his eyes that shed a tear

As long as there is breath in him

The strumming will go on

The sobbing in his heart will pain

For her who has gone beyond

He longs for death to take him

Waits for the fluttering of the Archangels wings

So that they will be reunited

Together once more to renew the things

That are tattooed in his memory

The luscious lips, that lovely smile

He wonders how much longer he will play

How much longer is awhile

The Old Guitarist

Elsie  Duggan

Wappingers Falls, United States

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A poem about an old man Playing a Guitar, for his lover in case she can hear him on the other side of this life

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