THE OLD GUITAR – by Born2Fly71

This heart is like an old guitar,
It’s battered and it’s bruised
The strings are stretched and out of tune,
But it plays a song of you

The wood is dull and worse for ware,
It strums a song of pain
Its strap is torn and faded,
Because you left it in the rain

This old guitar played such sweet songs,
Near camp fires by the sea
But the camping trip you’ll take it on,
Will see it’s music bleed.

If the song it plays will make you cry,
Just leave it in its case
For it will be protected,
And it will not go to waste

My heart is like an old guitar,
Its sound is out of tune
But every time it plays a song,
It plays a song of you

My heart is like an old guitar,
Its frets and pickups gone
Its tuning keys are broken,
For it’s playing its last song

And if you love this old guitar,
Then play a song of joy
And please respect this old guitar,
For it is not a toy

The strings are worn and broken,
Its songs are not so new
But if you play and care for it
Its sweet song is of you

This old guitar it loves you,
Its heart is of a man
Who wants to be included,
In your up and coming band

But if you treat this old guitar,
So bad and without care
It’s played the last song it can play for you,
And it will never play again