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A singer must die

A good friend sent me a message today.
Which said that Leonard Cohen had died.
I stared and stared till my knees trembled.
Then I sat down and cried.

I shed some tears for that fine mind.
And some for that voice so deep.
Some for the simple beauty of his words.
They're all we have left and it made me weep.

Then I gathered up the pieces of me.
And left home, lost and grim.
Something has changed forever.
This world is poorer without him.

We'll carry on without you, Leonard.
We'll shoulder our burdens again.
We'll listen to your songs over and over.
And one day, they'll dissolve the pain.

Rest in peace old man.
Though you've left me a little broken.
I'll never write as well as you, perhaps.
But maybe, you'll look kindly upon this token.

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Sweet Lily said…
R.I.P. Leonard
You'll be missed
17 November 2016 at 17:57
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