Sunday 15 April 2012

That Old Guitar




That old guitar,
Leaning against cracked walls,
With dust and dirt covered all over.


That old guitar,
It's strings out of tune,
With paint peeling off it's wooden body.




That old guitar,
Playing it's very last song,
With scratches and scars embedded on it's wooden chest.


That old guitar,
There it stands alone; it has lost it's players,
With each second passing by every now and then.





That old guitar,
It stares blank at it's fate; it's destiny,
With memories lingering about it's worn-out strings.


That old guitar,
It has finally reached it's end,
With the falling leaves, it's light fades out; on it went...




  This poem of an old guitar symbolizes the life of an old folk, being left alone and unwanted when he reaches the last stages of its life. The guitar, which used to bring out sweet melodies, bringing joy to everyone; it has now being left alone to face it's final days.

  This poem not only does it show the life of a man, strong and youthful at first, then finally has to put up with its fate and destiny, this poem also implies how selfish and self-caring our society is. That said, this poem is to address on how we treat people who had raised us up since small, and now it is time to care and treat them like the way they did. Love and affection is needed, the old guitar then, shall it rest in peace....





Signing off:
Nickel Low C.J.

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