New Poem

His guitar was gathering dust

In the corner by the wall

He wanted to play again,

because hey, it’d been too long

So he picked it up

and strummed a few chords

He could tell it needed a little tuned

but even so to him

there was nothing better

than hearing music fill the room

By:J.N.R Dutton

 

 

Published by J.N.R Dutton

Husband, father, artist, writer, musician, art promoter, among other things.

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