Sunday, January 25, 2009
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Enjoy Each Moment

Hollow body
Filled with nothingness
Just a little air
Pluck my strings
Inspiring melody
Pulled from my despair

Stricken with ache
Her gentle hands
Will no longer play
I miss those moments
By far the most
Every single day

She never holds me
Her favorite by far
Against the wall
I lean alone
Her lonely old guitar

Enjoy each moment
Remember them well
There may come a day
When your most
Beloved friend
Can no longer play

Sadness will creep
Into your soul
And then into your heart
Take it from me
Just one more weeping
Lonely old guitar...

—Michele Cameron Drew

Copyright ©2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.


Anonymous said...

I am loving this new look. You've been so busy.

Anonymous said...

Inspired imagery in this poem. Very well done.

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