Acoustic Guitar Poem by Moth Harris

Well, I got my acoustic guitar and my heart.
That's a start I suppose, but who really knows?
If I play the chords who cares how the song goes?
Just nod to the rhythm and cry to the blues.
I am free to sing the song I choose, and so are you.
So sing proudly, but softly, don't hurt our ears.
Losing my hearing is one of my biggest fears.
I could no longer hear the chirping of the birds
or those beautifully exaggerated wonderful words.
So just sit down, and let me play my chords.