My Guitar

My guitar has six strings,
And helps pass time.
It gets lonely when no one sings,
And likes to chime.

It keeps me alive,
When I feel gloomy.
And never deprives me.
And makes it feel roomy.

It is like a friend,
And is part of me.
It likes to befriend,
And makes me feel like I am free.

It holds beautiful notes,
And is unique.
It will never float away,
For we are one.

It never gets out of tune,
Whether you’re angry or have a flu.
It doesn’t matter who we play to,
My guitar will get you through.