Jim Isn'T Dead Poem by Juan Olivarez

Jim isn't dead,
There is no way.
He's just lying in bed,
writing a play.

Jim isn't dead,
whoever said that's a liar,
He's down on the beach,
Lighting my fire.

Jim isn't dead,
There's no way he could be.
He's living in Paris,
Wild as always and free.

Jim isn't dead,
I just know in my heart.
It's a liar that said,
His soul did depart.

Jim isn't dead,
He's on a new shore.
Jimmy's life just led,
Through a different door.

1/13/11 Alton Texas