Les Paul, a poem for English

[Jeanette]

Times were good
I was not broken
But he broke me and sold me away for something new
I sat out of tune.

Everyday I wait
Still aching from being broken, unclean from dust
People look and ignore me because I am broken
Does no one want me?

She walked in
She wanted something
She wanted me
I was fixed, I no longer hurt.

Bells jingle
I hurt again
I return to where I was before
No longer in tune

[Goose]

Moved from Art to Stories.

[Jeanette]

Thanks, goose.