A Good Friend

The Fender guitar sits in its stand day after day, month after month

never getting picked up or picked on or handled or dusted

it even stands in the way occasionally

but I would feel lost without it constantly reminding me

pricking my conscience to do something higher nobler

than wasting time watching television

saying that if I won’t play it

then I should at least write study read learn create

My beautiful guitar sits in its stand day after day

TR

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