of his art, the guitar man.
weeping guitar and chocolate smooth voice.
soap episodes the story ran.
of Liverpool, just ordinary boy.
into fame, heard on Dansettes.
on TV and covert halls and teenage magazines.
into the world of fame with just a few regrets.
of four who could do no wrong,
ballad or teenage love song.
to the top and stayed for so long
the four disbanded and said, “So long”
his own music, did his own thing.
new career was his, on his own he flew high.
so much in the circular ring
his all to make food for other lands.
there on the stage alone
with others making other bands.
tones and notes spit out
just one entity, one life.
body can only do so much
his body said “now eternal rest”
many stood and remembered and sang.
man of peace and love, one of the best.
man touched our lives and gave us
contemplate, to meditate, to emulate (or try)
Create a peaceful world out of all this mess.
And make this a beautiful place underneath the sky.
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