The Death of Prince
The Queen lives on but Prince is dead;
It’s shocking, I suppose.
We shouldn’t be surprised, though,
‘Cause that’s just the way it goes.
For Death may claim whichever soul
He feels like taking down
And even purple rain won’t help
When he stalks into town.
And yet, it’s sad to think about
The world devoid of Prince.
There isn’t anybody else
Quite like him – ‘fore or since.
Another icon bites the dust;
This news is getting old.
At least his music cannot die;
In that, we are consoled.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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