The blues of Drake

The blues of Drake have been given life anew
Flying free of manacle reason Who could have known
The inner complexities of the child fully grown.
Such genius in full bloom he was taken from this plain of ours
For it is true that whom the Gods love shall die young.
Spring hath sprung, the years work is done
The circle has turned its full degrees.
Earth's race is run.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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