Gilbert O'sullivan Poem by Ted L Glines

Gilbert O'sullivan



Gilbert O'Sullivan
by Ted L Glines

Memories grow old and grey,
he's seen some brighter days
when suns were fun and tears were sung
in rhymes along his way.

“In a little while from now,
If I'm not feeling any less sour.
I promised myself, to treat myself,
And visit a nearby tower..........
And climbing to the top,
Would throw myself off,
In an effort to, make clear to whoever,
What it's like when your shattered.......
Left standing in a lurch,
In a church with people saying.....
My God, that's tough, she stood him up,
No point in us remaining .......
I may as well go home,
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally.” *

How much talent can one man have
before he goes over the top,
and how many tears does one man cry
before he is forced to stop?

O'Sullivan writes what he feels in his heart
and he pens his words with care,
for it's only his thoughts of you and me
that makes him try to share.

A temper he has and that's for sure
when he finds that he's been used,
when a brother turns in the need of greed
and a friendship's been abused.

His career was smashed in a bitter fight
when a friend misused his power;
O'Sullivan won... he won indeed,
but it wasn't his finest hour.

After the courtroom battle,
when the dust had settled down,
the music producers turned away
whenever he came around.

You see, politics and singers
was a brew that didn't mix;
a singing career was broken
and it could not ever be fixed.

... but...

There are those of us like me and thee
who miss his style of song,
we want him back, to sing once more,
his silence feels so wrong.

O'Sullivan is a special man,
his loss makes us forlorn,
when a poet is a singer
a bard (indeed) is born.



* Alone Again (Naturally) ~Gilbert O'Sullivan
Did you know O'Sullivan was also (with more than 50 bouts) a prize-fighter? And an artist. Born Raymond Edward O'Sullivan on 1 December 1946 in Waterford, Ireland. In 1972 his international star raised, after his self-penned ballad, 'Alone Again (Naturally) , ' a No.3 hit in Britain, became a chart-topper in the U.S., spending six weeks at number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and selling nearly two million copies. Things later turned sour, as O'Sullivan discovered his recording contract with MAM Records greatly favoured the label's owner. A litigation followed, with prolonged argument over how much money his songs had earned and how much of that money he had actually received. Widely reported in the media, this may have been the first high-profile case of its kind. Eventually the court found in O'Sullivan's favour, awarding him seven million pounds sterling in damages, the judge described him as 'a patently honest and sincere man, ' who had been treated shabbily. He had won, but the court battle had put his recording career on hold. For years O'Sullivan spoke in a bad light about his fall from fame, once saying that 'no-one cares' what he has to say anymore, until the internet came along and he got in contact with fans on his website. However, O'Sullivan continues to record and perform to the present day, and enjoys success in Japan and elsewhere.

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