The Best Things in Life, or, This Old Guitar

The Best Things in Life, or, This Old Guitar

There is a place
Where street meets walk.
A piece of metal
Caught my eye.
Whereupon
A man did talk
About an address
He couldn’t find.

Now at this place
Where street meets walk,
A piece of metal
Caught his eye.
A copper penny
He did find
And gave it to me
Then said, “Goodbye.”

Behind my building,
Down by the bins,
I watched a man
Place something down.
An old guitar
Lay in two.

“Did he mind?”
I asked of him.

“You’re most welcome.”
He replied,

“A coffee table
I did try,
But never finished
So here it lies.”

Cracked and scratched
And bridge askew.
With three strings missing
And two pegs too.
With nothing more
Than care and glue,
And chopstick pegs
From old bamboo,
All came together
And perfect too.

The best things
In life are free.
That was always
Said to me,
And to which I do agree.
But, in the time
I’ve been around,
To me the best things
In life are found.

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