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 



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

10:10pm Wed Jan. 5th, 2000



Afternote:

Grover Washington, Jr. died on Dec. 17th, 1999

(My own father died on December 18th, 1991)