Guitar Tomb

The life of a rolling stone
As I sit on still pages of an old rusty poem
Strummed through the notes of this guitar tomb
Traveling roads only dead men have gone
Reminiscing songs I passed song
Demons disguised in a black silty spoon
Hollowed out into time written in a song
Stuck in these pages of this devilish poem
And this is the death of a rolling stone
©Robert b Madole

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