The Guitar

The guitar
has been hanging
on the wall
too long,
a long time since I have played

I used to practise
But I have given it up
I used to know
Some ballads
I used to play some blues

You taught me
But now you're far away
You haven't been in a while
I wonder why
You don't come round to play

Once we were young
We wanted to be
rock stars
Remember
You and me in torn black jeans

Rock n roll
Was what we knew
And young
was how it felt
Young and hopeful.

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