Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Tuesday, February 12, 2013


by Richard Schnap

At the edge of my room
Sat an old guitar
Gathering dust

My ex-wife bought it
For a birthday gift
To kill our silence

But it was too late
I’d already learned
She was deaf to my song

And there it stayed
Till I found the one
Whose dreams I could strum

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