Aug 2014
Robin, so richly,
You gave to the pour
Of talents, with which you
Would hold our rapport,
Until your last show,
With no more to give,
You took one last bow
And chose not to live;
Your legend lives on,
And we honor thy name;
For tho' you are gone,
You will always remain
A star in the night sky,
Your light won't e'er cease;
Oh Robin, dear Robin, fly
To rested peace.
You gave to the pour
Of talents, with which you
Would hold our rapport,
Until your last show,
With no more to give,
You took one last bow
And chose not to live;
Your legend lives on,
And we honor thy name;
For tho' you are gone,
You will always remain
A star in the night sky,
Your light won't e'er cease;
Oh Robin, dear Robin, fly
To rested peace.
Sometimes it's hard to put a feeling of loss into words. How can one truly miss a person one has never met? Such is the profound effect of the big screen, and the unique talents of those few who win our hearts.
