Poem -
Morning Blues
Sometimes, when I awaken
I feel so weak and small
I wish I could remain in slumber
Where I could fix what's wrong
But then the touch
Of mornings breath
Reminds me of all the days I've had
And I rise to my feet
And I recall
Each and every
God given
day.........and so,
I grab my guitar from its place
And I begin to play
The music that is
My life.......
Tony Taylor (Chicago)
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Comments
Wow Tony Its soo sweet and heartfelt..! I loved it..Specially because it had a connection with guitar..I loved it..as I am learning to play it..:)
Regards
Surabhi
Thank you Miss Saxena, I just wanted you to know that the Acoustic Guitar saved my life.....it is a wonderful vehicle for self-expression........thank you for your kind comments....regards, ...tony