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GEORGE


by DIZZIE COOPER

The youngest, quietest, shyest, cleverest

Master of his art, the guitar man.

With weeping guitar and chocolate smooth voice.

Like soap episodes the story ran.

Son of Liverpool, just ordinary boy.

Catapulted into fame, heard on Dansettes.

Seen on TV and covert halls and teenage magazines.

Flung into the world of fame with just a few regrets.

 

One of four who could do no wrong,

Every ballad or teenage love song.

Went to the top and stayed for so long

Then the four disbanded and said, “So long”

  On his own he wrote his own songs

Played his own music, did his own thing.

A new career was his, on his own he flew high.

Studying so much in the circular ring

Giving his all to make food for other lands.

Standing there on the stage alone

Or with others making other bands.

Myriad tones and  notes spit out

Of just one entity, one life.

 

One body can only do so much

When his body said “now eternal rest”

So many stood and remembered and sang.

As man of peace and love, one of the best.

That man touched our lives and gave  us more

To contemplate, to meditate, to emulate (or try)

To Create a peaceful world out of all this mess.

And make this a beautiful place underneath the sky.

 
 
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