Walking along a country road
I found a guitar string.
Bending down to pick it up I started wondering.
How many songs has it played?
Was it soothing to the ear?
Perhaps a simple solo for someone held so dear.
Was it a member of a famous band?
Or simple comfort held in aging hands
Were words its companion?
Singing joyously off key
Maybe children danced around oh so gleefully
Aglow in the moonlight a lovely serenade
To win the hand of lady fair, sweet sounds did it play?
Will I bring such joy, as this string must have done?
Only to be discarded when my song is sung?