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