Jim
JIM
Oh Jim why die so young
We know your time had not come
So many songs yet to be written
Many of us had been bittern
And just waiting to hear your voice
Giving us all not much choice
Fitting so well with all those sounds
That you made all around
The many genres of the rock
Just the right band at your back
Now you rest in peace and space
In such a wonderful place
But you will live on forever
And always here, gone never
So long as your songs survive
You will always be alive
To one and all for them to hear
The songs from you so dear
25-4-19
Copyright © Mary Grace | Year Posted 2019
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