His many years had come and gone
his younger days had seen the dawn
So tired and old he took the chance
to give his heart just one last dance
His guitar played that final day
by soothing all his cares away
With a bowed head he said a prayer
as God himself was standing there
“Come with me son, to your new home
a mansion great with golden dome
Your work here is finally through
you've done what, I wanted you to”
So as his song came to an end
he knew with God he would ascend
Leaving behind his guitar strings
traded for his heavenly wings
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Good trophy piece!
(dennis)
Congratulations 
