I was looking in the Penny Saver,
It was just another day,
Didn't really need a thing,
I was just passing time away,
And I came across a little ad
That said, "Used guitar. It's free.
Please, just come and take it.
It ain't no good to me."
I called the number printed there,
Got some lady on the phone.
She said, "It belonged to my son, Billy,
But he's not here. I'm all alone."
I said, "I'll be right over,"
And I hopped into my car,
And I drove it to that woman's house
To get my free guitar.
I got there and I rang the bell,
And she opened up the door,
And she smiled the saddest smile
That I'd ever seen before.
"Hello, young man," she said to me,
And a tear fell from her eye,
And then she said, "Oh, dammit,
I didn't want to cry."
"Is there something I can do," I asked her,
"Is there anything at all?"
"No," she said, "just take it.
It's right here in the hall.
Please," she begged me, "take it,
I can't look at it no more,
My Billy used to play it,
Then they killed him in that war."
So I took that guitar home with me,
And it's brought me joy for many years
But every time I play it
I think about her tears
And I think about her sad, sweet smile
And the son that she had lost.
And that used guitar she gave away?
Well, I know how much that cost.
It was just another day,
Didn't really need a thing,
I was just passing time away,
And I came across a little ad
That said, "Used guitar. It's free.
Please, just come and take it.
It ain't no good to me."
I called the number printed there,
Got some lady on the phone.
She said, "It belonged to my son, Billy,
But he's not here. I'm all alone."
I said, "I'll be right over,"
And I hopped into my car,
And I drove it to that woman's house
To get my free guitar.
I got there and I rang the bell,
And she opened up the door,
And she smiled the saddest smile
That I'd ever seen before.
"Hello, young man," she said to me,
And a tear fell from her eye,
And then she said, "Oh, dammit,
I didn't want to cry."
"Is there something I can do," I asked her,
"Is there anything at all?"
"No," she said, "just take it.
It's right here in the hall.
Please," she begged me, "take it,
I can't look at it no more,
My Billy used to play it,
Then they killed him in that war."
So I took that guitar home with me,
And it's brought me joy for many years
But every time I play it
I think about her tears
And I think about her sad, sweet smile
And the son that she had lost.
And that used guitar she gave away?
Well, I know how much that cost.
Author notes
This is for all those parents, spouses, and children who have given so much.
A contest entry
- used by sweet arrival.
700 points, ended April 30, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Dear Poet,
Welcome to Round 2 PREWRITES FOR BRONZE &
SILVER FINALISTS.
Touches the heart every time.
Wishing you the best
until then
stay,
liquid
finalist

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Dear Poet
Thank you for entering PREWRITES FOR BRONZE & SILVER TROPHY WINNERS
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Cup of Joe passed the link on to me for this he treasures the poem and now I will. The poem in its self is priceless to people like us it is beautiful. the for parents and children and maybe wives could be inserted? who have given so much. My mind is on Vietnam. Thank you for this.


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Rheea,
The change has been made. I used the word "spouses" rather than be gender specific. Sacrifice isn't. Thank you and God bless.
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you deserved gold..this is absolutely brilliant.


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Thanks.
I would refer you to my reply to Glenn.
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congats on silver i thort this was golden myself good on ya
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Thanks, Glenn.
Gold. Silver. Bronze. Nothing at all. Doesn't matter. It's all about the words.
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Thanks, Joe
I couldn't ask for a finer comment.
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so beautiful and a wonderful use of the prompt. thank you
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Thanks.
When I began, I had no idea where it was going. You're keeping me awake at night.
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really goo d story here enjoyed the whole plot


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Thank you, sir
Appreciate the read. Keep the faith, my friend.
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