John Lennon.


Almost home, he rang the bell
The chime drowned out by an angry yell
Concerned he was to hear such trouble 
Before he turned, he found double

How tragic for one to die so young
For so many songs to remain unsung
He left behind his heart broken lover
And a son he loved like no other

A man of love did die alone
The two bullets easily finding home
He lay still, no life in his breath
A man of peace, such a horrible death

And now he sits in central park
He stays there late, well past dark
He hopes one day that the world will deem
The roots of reality, in his dream



~ by John on June 24, 2009.

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