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This old guitar

He said he had it Back when  
he was just a little kid.    
Way back in 56        
 
This old guitar..
 
Yeah I was given to  
 by the toughest man  
I almost never knew
 Cuz he put up with the struggles
and alone raised up his rebel son
Ya my dear ol onery dad
 was the only kid
grandpa had  
 
Oh this ol guitar
it just does
 some-thing To me
cracks me open  
like an ice cold  
Bud light  
N I starting pouring out
 all the things on tap ,
that I feel inside
 
It sure has a funny way  
somehow of fixing me
 Just by hearing its sweet melody
With out a choice  
It cuts out the Echoes in my mind  
Gives a stronger voice
to a story like grandpa's  
And this crazy life of mine  
 
I'm  positive  
there is  no doubt  
Without Him
Id ever make it this far  
Ohhh and this ol guitar
 
Just about a week or two  
before his time on earth was through
He spent the last few breaths he had,
 making sure it got through to me
 before he passed,
 
Exactly what it meant to him
The boots I had to fill
& The legacy
 I was gonna have to live up too
With him gone too soon
 
I just turned 16
 when he said let's pray
It's time for you to say
 Goodbye to me,
Now I wear with pride
 the honor of his memory,
 But most of all  
& more Importantly,
 
 He blessed me with
 my own saving grace
My lifes greatest tool  
 Cuz it kept me from being  
the helpless fool  
my grandDaddy knew
I was bound To turn into
 
Yeahhhhh
This olllll guitar....
it just does
 some-thing To me
cracks me open  
like an ice cold  
Bud light  
N I starting pouring out
 all the things on tap ,
that I feel inside
 
It sure has a funny way  
somehow of fixing me
Just by hearing its sweet melody
With out a choice  
It cuts out the Echoes
 in my mind  
Gives a stronger voice
to a story like grandpa's  
And this crazy life of mine  
 
I'm  positive  
there is  no doubt  
Without Him
Id ever make it this far  
Ohhh and this ol guitar
 
So he set a course  
for me
N said All I'd have to do
is believe  
In God and myself
And the value of family
 
He made me promise him ,
On that heartbreaking  
Soul searching ,
 day way back then
 
I'd carry out the rest  
of my 4 quarter time ,  
never being too scared  
To stand & claim
That I'm my own man
 
Yeah here's to this ol guitar
 
And to grand pa
I promise ill always be the first
To rise up and answer the call
 I vow to be the man  
 you said you could see
after all  there's a whole lot  
of you in me
 
So i pray before i see you again  
That I become At least
half the man you are  
Till then I'll Always have
 your old guitar
 
Yeaaaahhh
This olllll guitar....
it just does
 some-thing To me
cracks me open  
like an ice cold  
Bud light  
 
N I starting pouring out
 all the things on my hearts tap ,
that I feel inside
 
It sure has a funny way  
somehow of fixing me
 Just by strumming
 it's sweet melody
 
With out a choice  
It cuts out the Echoes
 in my mind  
Gives a stronger voice
to a story like grandpa's  
And this crazy life of mine  
 
I'm  positive  
there is  no doubt  
Without Him
Id ever make it this far  
 
Ohhh and this ol guitar
 
Ya This ol guitar
He said he had it  
Back when he was just a little kid.    
Way back in 56          
 
Written by PiecesofEmotions (P.o.E)
Published
Author's Note
Miss the hell outta you old man!
Least I got this old guitar.
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