It Was Painful For The Entire World To Let You Go Poem by Mark Heathcote

You sometimes held it all together.
Other times you were wreckage disparaged.

You were a flickering beauty. Marilyn Monroe
You were an orphan about to become a legend.
You were an actress about to take to the stage.
And star on a Broadway strip, in your early 20s

Fledgeling--wings sitting on a ledge, waving to the crowds
A figure of beauty, of innocents holding hands with Mowgli
You were kissing a serpent snake wondering
What's your fate? What is next? What's more to be done?

You were an orphan sailing the Egyptian Nile.
Where Moses was throwing roses
Or was it tablets of stone at your feet?
And Jesus said, do not throw your pearls before pigs.

You were an Aran lily dancing in the flames.
Wearing a swirling white dress, a sweet and tender rose
Little more than an orphan kid, I guess.
While some applauded and others loudly hissed.

Roles in The Asphalt Jungle, All About Eve,
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, who could resist
This glamorous actress, this sex symbol,
This comedic 'blonde bombshell'
With an IQ attributed to be around 165
Only slightly less than Einstein.
She lived and died by her fix.
Hard living and barbiturates.

Lord, she sometimes held it all together.
Other times she was a wreckage disparaged.
She was a flickering beauty, a goddess, Marilyn Monroe
It was painful for the entire world to let you go.