Music Man

Got my first real six string
Thought I’d be a music man
Write some songs and learn to play
To be a musician was my plan
Twenty years have come and gone
My guitar it still looks so good
I still don’t know how to play
But I try….and wish I could
Each time I pick it up to play
It won’t respond to my caress
This guitar sounds good but I don’t
I need to practice more I guess
A few more years and then I’ll know
If I play good or if it’s time
To sell it so someone can say
They….“bought it at the five and dime”