Jeanette+Nees

Calligram-

Nobody ever thinks of me They see me as nothing. But I am far from nothi ng W ithout me, tha t guitar would b e lost.Th at gleamin g, black fac e, so smug, Would be scared, den ted, chippe d.Without me, the nightly truck rid es perilous.Each night, a new challenge for him Thrashing about, strings sn apping, wood chipping. But in stead I protect him.Fears of scrat ches and dents fade. As I wrap him sa fe in my crushed velvet lining. I bear the rides frustrations. I absorb the bumps, pushes and pulls I have been dropped, thro wn and dirtied But still I continue He is still as perfect as the day we were purchased.His shin ing, gleaming face kept safe by me While my gold en lettering no longer shines I used to shine I am scared, bruised and wrecked While people fawn over him.“What a treasure! What ye ar is it?” I am forgotten by time and polish alike. The wallet full of money The chest full of treasure The case t hat carries the g uitar We are all forgo tten