Pavarotti
His life of song
Did not go wrong.
First early flight
Soared up so right
That year on year
Grew height on height.
His passioned voice
Gave fast rejoice
To all who heard.
Not nature's bird,
But manhood's good,
His star-flung word.
No galaxy
That men can see
Has half the shine
Of this man's mind.
Space-trips through lips----
His soul's gold mine.
Copyright © Brian Faulkner | Year Posted 2008
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