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Put Down Your Guitar
I had a few years left I thought I'd spend in having fun
But first it seemed I had to have this marriage thing undone
I'd had a fling or two in just the not too distant past
Now I could not forget and I was growing older fast
I knew a place where I could hang my hat though not a home
A place where I could come and go and I'd be free to roam
It seemed that lately things were all mixed up and full of strife
My life seemed unfulfilled by church and things that pleased my wife
I'd listened to the word of God in preaching, prayer and song
But in my mind were tunes and times-each day for them I'd long
I couldn't give it all to Jesus though it seemed I'd tried
I couldn't shake the past- the lust for life and foolish pride
I bummed around the musicals and had fun for a while
But soon I came to realize they didn't like my style
I guessed I'd make a night-club or a tavern or a bar
I'd fool around and sing and dance but wouldn't go too far
I used to sing and dance and play and thought that I was great
But all the girls were drunk and only looking for a mate
I did my thing and sang my songs the way I used to do
But those who liked my corney jokes and songs were such a few
They liked a strange new sound that seemed to put them in a trance
Then someone yelled, "Hey Pop - go try the Senior Citizen's Dance"
I'd heard these slurs before and didn't really seem to mind
'Cause someone who would listen I could surely always find
I looked across the room and saw an old friend at the bar
I asked him how he liked the new way I played my guitar
He said, "old pal, the songs you sing are anything but new."
"They're just the sounds we listen to to do the things we do."
The tunes you play and songs you sing have always been around
Where pain and heartache, sorrow, sin and loneliness are found
You come here thinking you can find some friendship and some fun
But just like me you're empty when the song and dance is done
I sit here every night and drink my booze and cry my tears
And think of life gone by and look ahead to wasted years
I had a wife and family that was better than I thought
But growing old is hard and there were times we fussed and fought
I didn't realize how fine she was -how much she cared
I just forgot the good times of the life that we had shared
It seemed that I'd be better off alone and have more fun
So I stepped out and caused this married life to be undone
I now don't have a place to go or place I have to be
But also I've discovered no one really cares for me
There's no one there to listen when I hurt so deep inside
There's no one there at night I really care to be beside
There's no one there to wash my clothes and fix my bed just right
And care about my health and worry when I feel up-tight
There's no one there to fix my meals with tender loving care
In fact I've searched and love like hers I can't find anywhere
Now put down your guitar and listen close to what I say
Before I left I think that she had found a better way
I still remember how she prayed for God 's help from above
She said that He would mend our hurts and heal our hearts with love
So if you'll sing just one more gospel song-how God hates sin
I think I'll step outside and ask for one more chance again
And when I get to where I stay and sit down all alone
I think I'll say a prayer....and then...
I'll call her on the phone.
Poem by Ron Baron
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