i

i put on a set of strings on
my birthday-very fiddley
my guitar is kind of part  of me
i know a cliche but everyday

i love and carress her-she is named
paloma-not the kind of task
that is to be attempted-****** or
drunk..

really it is a mine-field..but if
you want a litany of complaint
look no further..
her pure wing..ruffle-she is old..

my dove..battered and broke
my little bird o
golden sun
another year..

ii

strings have deteriated
perhaps not in quality
but in presentation..

i berate the seemingly
loss of pride
and one is a little short

every generation..
is bought and sold
i deal with it..