Not A Guitar Player
With the strum of a single string
I remember why I wanted to sing
I cant play anything on this old guitar
I'd rather be the singing star
I'm not a player as you can tell
I can't even hold the guitar neck well
People say my voice is sweet
Tell that to the front man who thinks he's in beat
I know every line and every verse
And I happen to stay on course
But until I can sing a song I wrote
I'll sit here and try to play these strenuous notes.
I remember why I wanted to sing
I cant play anything on this old guitar
I'd rather be the singing star
I'm not a player as you can tell
I can't even hold the guitar neck well
People say my voice is sweet
Tell that to the front man who thinks he's in beat
I know every line and every verse
And I happen to stay on course
But until I can sing a song I wrote
I'll sit here and try to play these strenuous notes.
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I wrote this for my Creative Publishing class during my Junior year and found it the other day. I tweaked it a bit but for the most part, it's the original. Note-I'm not the best at poems but I thought I'd give this a shot.