Grandpa's guitar

Inspired by the idea that somewhere in the world there is somebody that plays their grandpa's old guitar. 

I sat there on my bed

Pluckin ' away at his guitar. 

The only thing I had left

From the memory of grandpa.
It's a littl' old, beat up,
But still it makes pretty chords
that the family loves. 

He used to teach me Thursday night's

How to play it swell.

When he died of cancer 

I didn't take the death too well.

Now I lose myself in memories 

Of Thursday night lessons

That grandpa gave to me. 

By Evelyn Creon