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The Musician

I don't like to brag,
And I never will.
But I play the guitar,
Like moonshiners play a still.

There really is nothing to it.
I'm just a guitar man.
I was born to play the six string,
And I've got a lot of fans.

You will never know me,
Because I am a lot of men.
Many names are in my pedigree,
A dozen men I've been.

I only play now, for my friends,
And for my family.
There is a sorrow that begins,
Inside my memory.

I have seen death, take my best friend,
I have been thrown in jail.
But I didn't want to let it end,
I did not want to fail.

But I finally threw it all away,
When I had reached the top.
I now live to loath the day,
I had to give it up.

It's just that I love my guitar,
On her I never learned to cheat.
And I never did stray very far,
And she made this guitar man complete.

She is gone now, twas my wrath,
And my son now loves her so.
And he is following my path,
His star is on the go.

10/13/10 vodka360 Alton Texas 9: 21 pm The musician signing off.

poem by Juan Olivarez
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