Barry Cowsill Leaving
A friend , a poet , a music Man , The Cowsills
remembering the song "hair" on the radio as a 5 yr old.
As fate brought us together one day in New Orleans
Barry Cowsill the hidden artist yet well known .
Adoring your eyes and smile , hat , the look when you asked me ..
"do you remember the Cowsills ? " as I then began to sing ..
"long ,beautiful Hair, Flaxen , waxen blacksen " Hair ! Oh daddy daddy "
his life and smile , his love , imagining me for a while , yes ..in love.
My Friend met his fate passionate , his Legacy , bravely refusing evacuation
Katrina , a storm too strong for even An artist with a guitar , my love fallen
Remembered now by all , for his remains were found under a bridge ,
The Oyster poor boys , The zydeco to blues , Barry, too great for Our World .
Remembering the Jazz festival, memories, torn in my mind yet left behind ,
Barry Cowsill , when I leave this World , will you come and bring me to yours ?
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
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