An Ode To My Buddy Poem by Vanya White

The music is forever dead
Those painful five words are zooming
through my head
You, sir, were only twenty-two
A secret that must be kept between me and you.
I know how it happened
That trivial fight
That would end your promising life.
I know I was too young
not even born,
but, because of you, my heart is no longer filled with scorn
Now I think of Miss Peggy Sue,
and what would have happened if me and you
Would have ran into eachother on purest accident
But how could that have happened?
A musical prince and a restless soul
What could we do to make our heart whole?
You and I, Charles Holley,
Could have been the greatest of friends,
If your life had not come to it''s tragic end.
But it''s alright now, I have not sinned,
by wishing and hoping that my dreamful nights would never end
The nights that we stayed up all night,
The hopeful thought that the fight never happened,
That my pillow was not dampened fifty-three years too late.
This is for you, my dear Buddy Holly,
A loving stranger that I never knew.