|| So Many Intelligent Questions|
|| Christopher W. Thomas (email@example.com) |
|| Wed Jan 5, 19100 at 12:05PM |
So Many Intelligent Questions
Where were you when Grover died?
Were you at the taping, by his side?
Did you watch him bend over to tie his shoes?
And, if so - perhaps you were part of his blues
Fifty-six years is just way too young to die
In this day of miracle medical highs
There's just no need for a man to go
Just when bending on down to his toes
Were you a greater part of his picture?
Did you fall in love with his stature?
Did his life mean something to you?
You were at his home, heard his blues
The news hit on that day, loud and so strong
Since you'd been so full of him, and his song
A man you'd respected for his talent and repute
Something daily listeners heard - those who're astute
And now - Grover has left us, in his career prime
After just thirty years in the biz, making good time
Immediately after taping a national televison event
Which'll stand testament to his life in acetate cement
© Christopher W. Thomas
10:10pm Wed Jan. 5th, 2000
Grover Washington, Jr. died on Dec. 17th, 1999
(My own father died on December 18th, 1991)