The Music Man Poem by Ray Hansell

I hope that he finds the peace
That he could not find in life
It seems that at times
He lived by the roll of the dice

It was through his music
When you could hear his pain
So many different songs
No two ever the same

His groups music was groundbreaking
From beginning to the end
Magical words across the airwaves
That's what he would always send

He wondered if you could imagine
No boundaries for any one
He was taken away from us
Before his work could be done

It's sad when we don't get to choose
To decide when it's our time to go
Of the many things that he knew
So much of him we never get to know


4-16-20/RjH