Sure, I screwed up somewhere along the line.
But at least I held onto this guitar,
even if I can’t afford new strings.
And I know some old songs,
not from my childhood exactly,
but I’m hoping they’re from yours.
Yes please, recognize something
in the words,
evoke a time when you were
warm and dry and loved
and this tune was playing.
Surely such a pleasant memory
is worth a coin or two
dropped into my tin cup.
But I’m scarred, missing teeth,
ratty-haired and frightening
to young children.
So don’t look at me.
I can’t afford it.
