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I Must Cry

When someone like Bob Simon dies.
It's quite appropriate that someone cries.
It's not enough to breath and sigh.
It's only right that I must cry.

My macho male sentiment.
Ends up with just a little dent.
For shock and sadness wins the hour.
And in my heart tears start to shower.

Some might say, gee'z, get a life.
But we all know that our world's rife.
With pain and sorrow of many kinds.
And it is love that the heart finds.

So rest in peace our dear Bob Simon.
I'll still be here with my rhymn'.
I know now that the streets are paved.
With memories of those lost engraved.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 2/25/2015 4:26:00 PM
Didn't know him, but this is a lovely tribute, my friend.. Hugs.. Arlene
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Date: 2/20/2015 10:46:00 AM
Don't know Bob Simon, Robert but just love the sentiment you write in this wonderful poem...
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Leslie Albright
Date: 2/20/2015 10:55:00 AM
Hello Harry, He worked for CBS news and 60 minutes as a news correspondent. He died in a car accident in NYC.
Date: 2/16/2015 9:41:00 AM
I don't watch the news much. but I figure this was the newsman that died. A very nice tribute for him, robert.
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Date: 2/16/2015 9:09:00 AM
such a sweet tribute to Bob Simon. Really enjoyed his presentations on the news. Yes... memories are engraved in the streets we walk.
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