Ode To David Bowie Poem by Deanna Samuels

He gave imagination and pleasure to generations through three
Rising as icon, spreading his artistry as growing branches of tree
Yet, with all that creation, he was but a frail human after all
As each one of us whatever acclaim, in turn must duly fall
The mightiest, the most illustrious who make their indelible mark
Each has their day, their time is up, the bright light becomes dark
But great legends such as he live on through the years and decades
Leaving an album full of musical memories, his legacy slow to fade

'Penned at Richmond Hill, Ontario - 17th January 2016'