You started out hot
Played some early roles
Bright star of the fam
Sorta
Little professor
Sportscaster
Freak
Friend to the famous
Father
Fathead
High energy editor
Broadcaster
Husband
Dad
Collaborator
Catalyst
Creator
The list goes on.
And as your real life ended
The role that mattered most
You became the lordly host.
Lots of roles opened up
Travels with Bernie's boy
Chicago Cancun
Venice Beach Napa Oakland
Memphis New Orleans
Even the Atlantic beaches.
And the wisdom flowed
And you rode
All the way to the top
Your name again In the papers
And then the rapers
Brought their rapiers
And sliced and diced
And took everyone away.
Now there is nothing
Or so it seems
The good roles are gone
The joy extinguished
Death awaits but
Not of the body
That's a given
Its the sadness of the soul
That says
You won't be missed
Not really.
Are there no more roles to play?
Is there no more today?
Has despair become
The highest emotion left?
In these dark days
We must find ways
To keep alive the flame
To gather around the Name
Tend our flocks
Wind our clocks
And build an army of songs
And stories to remind us
We are all people
We are all essential
Our gifts remain.
