Once there were five guitars
Hanging on the wall.
Ready to pick up and play
When the Spirit came to call.
But three of them are packed up
And they're set out on the stage—
This house once had five guitars
But three have come of age
(How quickly they all grew).
This house once had five guitars
But now there's only two.
Five Guitars, a poem
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