The Guitar Pick
It's never been so hard, to play my friend the blues,
It's never been so hard, to play my friend the blues,
Though right beside him I did sit,
I played out all the tunes.
Every day he got much weaker, with pain upon his face,
Every day he got much weaker, with pain upon his face,
I sung the blues with deliverance,
Praying to change his fate.
I let go of my guitar pick, it's in a special place,
I let go of my guitar pick, it's in a special place,
This pick was always with me, but with life it couldn't wait.
This beast they called the cancer, ravaged my dear friend,
This beast they called the cancer, ravaged my dear friend,
His soul and spirit were soon released,
His weakened body came to end.
The bugler played behind us, the soldiers folded the flag,
The bugler played behind us, the soldiers folded the flag,
One by one, we laid our flowers,
For a soldier, my friend, my dad.
I let go of my guitar pick, it's in a special place,
I let go of my guitar pick, it's in a special place,
This pick was always with me, but with life, it couldn't wait.
Font size:
Submitted on September 09, 2015
Modified on March 05, 2023
- 1:04 min read
- 12 Views
Quick analysis:
Scheme | AAxx BBxc BBC DDxd EExx BBC |
---|---|
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,033 |
Words | 207 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 3, 4, 4, 3 |
Translation
Find a translation for this poem in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"The Guitar Pick" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 29 Mar. 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/86877/the-guitar-pick>.
Discuss the poem The Guitar Pick with the community...
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In