Ode To Ringo Poem by Jaime Guerra

Who called you up?
Who mistook you for a musician?
Who told you you could play the drums?
Could you have been a soloist?
A regular Bob Dylan?
Could you have written something?
or where you just happy to be there?

My dear man, I will tell you what you've done.
you made friends
and they where happy you where there
you made them proud to be your friends
Beautiful man, the human condition and the meaning of life are yours to take, enjoy.