Imagine

162 words


You were part of the soundtrack of my life,
You and Paul, George and Ringo.

Troubled boy, with thoughts of fame,
Troubled childhood and background from which you came.

You wanted more from life, you wanted fame,
To find escape from that dirty old town
You were a star that burned brighter than a flame.
Your mind held words that were profound.

Poetic, thoughtful, daring brave.
The world, you thought that you could save
When you imagined life with no religion and no wars.
Peace and harmony became your cause.

Universal anthems, through simple words,
As we imagined with you, sang with you,
Joined you in your quest
For peace in our time.

Yet, your life was to be cut short,
Gunned down like a dog upon the street.
What other words were you yet to write?
What other mountains would you have climbed?

I miss you, John.

July Prompt:
Write an Elegy to your favorite musician, living or dead.