Mar 2020
Thou, thou, poor sheep of the Lord,
Now that thou art as still as a stone,
And unto none thou canst not say a word,
Unto friends of thine all but forlorn
As wilted marigold upon a sullen grave,
With eyes melting with saddest tears
Galloping down like as a lonely wave
Doth peregrinate from shores to shores,
May thee know wherever thee wander,
Thy ineffably mellifluous melodies
Unto our ears shalt always be a wonder,
Pleasantly mellifluous as of dawn songbirds
Till by celestial shores we'll meet again,
And there we'll shed a tear nevermore;
For there's no sorrow nor any kind of pain
But rivers of mirth for all to drink forevermore.
Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.
Tacoma, Washington. 3/21/20.
Now that thou art as still as a stone,
And unto none thou canst not say a word,
Unto friends of thine all but forlorn
As wilted marigold upon a sullen grave,
With eyes melting with saddest tears
Galloping down like as a lonely wave
Doth peregrinate from shores to shores,
May thee know wherever thee wander,
Thy ineffably mellifluous melodies
Unto our ears shalt always be a wonder,
Pleasantly mellifluous as of dawn songbirds
Till by celestial shores we'll meet again,
And there we'll shed a tear nevermore;
For there's no sorrow nor any kind of pain
But rivers of mirth for all to drink forevermore.
Kikodinho Edward Alexandros.
Tacoma, Washington. 3/21/20.
Kenny, I know you can hear me but can’t say a word...just wanted you to know that you’ll always be my favorite country artist of all time. Say hello unto Don Williams, miss him too and always will.
