A young man who values his music and freedom would exchange these for nothing.
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CHOOSING BETWEEN A LADY AND….. I sing a song that echoes in my heart, The tune I play enlivening my song. My song and my guitar create the tune To which my soul doth verily belong. My shirt is old, my pants are badly worn. I have no bank account or credit card. Often when I go the restaurants, The waiters' wait upon me rather hard. I have no car, nor have I roof o'er head. I am one of the road, I have no friends! But when on my guitar I play a tune, On every heart, almost, a spell descends. No beggar, I simply tarry along, Singing with every breath my song of life! And since the world knows I'm a vagabond, I'll ne'er hope for a lover or wife. But shall I give up my guitar and song, Exchange them for a girl who steals my voice? No! 'Tween a lady and my music's love, There cannot be a question, nor a choice! * Written in pentameter in abcb rhyme, for "Invalid Item" , the “Absinthe Café” contest, hosted by PaulZ ~ Je Suis Le Reve ~ . The prompt was the picture of the Guitar man-- ** Image ID #1479938 Unavailable ** M C Gupta 2 October 2008 |