When you departed you took,
In your luggage, memories of my childhood
I was awaiting your return so keenly,
A return to stage not to Creator.
Now that you are gone
The birds don’t sing as joyfully
The sun has been shaved of degrees too many
The smiles of children are wide not so much
All belonged to you bonded
By the harmonies you sang.
But like the diamonds on the white glove you wore
Your soul will shine eternal
And I’ve already booked my ticket to THIS IS IT! The Paradise Version
bought by the currency of kindness and compassion
which you encouraged us all to spend.
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