Silent, standing in the corner of
my sitting room, she looks away,
feeling neglected and abandoned; as if to say,
‘Please let me stay. I won’t make you play,
even though we had such fun in earlier days.’
Ruby red and very grand;
she looks so elegant on the stand,
in the corner of my sitting room.
She used to make my heart go boom
When I first saw her, I knew
that she was the guitar for me;
lovely sound, with her own tuner and
before I knew it, I owned her.
Sitting there for several years
in the corner of my sitting room,
she gets dusty from neglect, until
a kind soul picks her up to play a
tune or two. She belongs here, in that corner.
People ask me if I play; I say,
'Not any more, I don’t have time.'
So Ruby sits in the corner of
my sitting room, wishing she
was cherished by this heart of mine.