It was forty years ago today,
In New York where he longed to stay;
Near the doors of his apartment rise,
With devil's envy rising in his eyes;
So he laid his confusions on John.
The curtain in the temple tore,
The cavern cracked beneath the floor,
And the needle scratched across his song.
I want to let him rest in peace.
Though that was not his nature.
The assassin doesn't seek release,
And it doesn't really matter Bro.
For John is dead,
And I'm lonelier now.
I only knew after death but I can really love the message that John put out. It's what I want Bravo! Bravo! Encore! Encore!
John Winston Ono Lennon: 1940-1980. Shot on December 8th. How many hits did we miss. I know how many hits his assassin made..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for this tribute to John. His music lives on. " Imagine" " War is over" We still hope.