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
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