I like the image,

of a guitar gently weeping.

I wonder what the guitar has seen,

that made it weep that way.

 

The endless pubs and bars

open mic nights, and small festivals. 

humans at their lowest, and highest,

those elated, and those depressed,

the never ending introduction to new people,

new, but the same.

 

Maybe that's why the guitar is gently weeping.

it weeps for the immense capacity of the human race

for our capacity of greatness, and kindness, and love

but also meanness, and depression, and hate 

and our ability to throw that all away for a night or two,

to listen to the guitar,and it's infernal weeping,

And Forget