Monday, December 8,1980.10: 50 P.M.
I was sound asleep. Work tomorrow
Tuesday, December 9,1980
Alarm on. Out and into shower.
Shave. Can't hear radio.
Getting dressed, and in the background I'm hearing "Imagine."
Then "Wheels, " "Beautiful Boy, " "Help, " "I Should Have Known Better."
And the news sinks in. And I have to go teach Grade 6 English
and read Curious George to four classes of Kindergartens and Grade ones.
And, I'm alone in my new house, in a small town called Aylmer (population 5,000) .
My wife is away during the week at University, and I hate my job,
and he's decaying on some slab as I read to twenty-five five year olds. Some of these kids will get to know and love his work. So will their kids and grandkids. I know. Like Mozart.
Tuesday, December 9,1980.10: 00 P.M.
Me, Jack D. and my turntable going round and round, like his wheels.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem