Awful thought, though it just might be fair
That your life was cut short on that day
I can never IMAGINE, I swear
Wrinkled face and your hair turned gray.
What would happened if you just appear
In the mist, walking tall through the park
Or was spotted in bars drinking beer,
Sent to Heaven by swift heart attack ?
Picture this: You among other seniors
Interviewed by the liberal press,
Selling music and still making millions,
Giving reason for public distress
Dying young is a pity and blessing
I ‘ve been never a true blinded fan
But remember administrative pressing
When in school we set up Beatles jam
I was sharing with you long ago
Your desire for world global peace
Growing older it came to me slow
That sometimes war’s inevitable bliss
Cake with candles, but no one to blow
You’re gone with the wind, no leads...
Time is endless unstoppable flow
Sun is high over Strawberry Fields
New-York
October 2010