Ode to Nick Drake 1948-1974
A breath
One leaf left
Short as a cigarette puff
Time has told me
Day is done
For the poor boy.
Drift away
Like a cloud across
Saturday’s sun.
Life was brief
For the man in a shed.
Parasite
His music is
Why did it play too late?
Struck
As if a chime
On a city clock.
Death
By depression
Is a terrible cure
For a troubled mind.
Scroll down and turn off my music player if you watch the video.
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