George Harrison Poem by Estela Monon

I was known as the quiet one,
who never spoke a word,
but when I did speak,
I knew my voice was heard.

I was not that big but I was not that small,
but deep within,
I heard that special call.

I was the youngest one of the group.
I was seen as immature.
Even though my songs never showed that,
the time went by in a blur.

But soon things spiraled to an end,
and we went our seperate ways,
It was the beginning,
the beginning of my olden days.