The Old Guitarist
Ten Lines Found Poem
Michelle Wang

The wooden body and the gifted sound
Once brought joy to the little crowd
But the crowd never felt grateful for the delightedness
They only took the enjoyment for granted
As times went by
The strings got loosened
And the voice got roughened
This was where it all changed
The crowd didn’t come visit anymore
They then realized that there was no need to play the music anymore.