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THE GUITARIST He walks alone Guitar in hand With a tune humming Loudly in his head He keeps walking alone With a guitar in hand
No food on his table No rest or pause The landlord was knocking All through the morn Yet he walks on alone With a guitar in hand
Will the songs unsung Ever be by another heard Will the music flow and capture An audience into rapture Or will he walk on alone With tunes ringing in his head
The maze of life patterns All around his tired feet Whirling into circles That seem to never cease Round and round like those songs That remain unsung for so long
But with a guitar in hand He still silently sings his songs Undefeated and with aplomb Faith in himself keeps him on For he hears aloud, amidst those songs Accolades that burst, deafening all wrongs
~Glowing Embers~
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