The Musucian

1975

He leaves for work

early each day,

While the guitar cries

and wants to play.

But he kisses it good bye

saying,What can I say?

I'd love to play

but gotta earn my pay."

While his hands

hammer and nail

and terrible things,

In his mind and heart

they caress six strings.

Their reunion is touching

as they tunefully embrace,

The guitar sings

and never cries

in its favorite place,

Resting across his

workworn knees.

Indeed no lovers

Could be quite like these.