Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
A perfect way to start the day. Thanks.
My sincerest apology. I did not know.
Apology not necessary, Joe. But thank you.
‘Not Goodbye’ is extra special today.
Our sister passed this morning.
Oh dear. My condolences.
The poem makes better sense now that I know that.
And I agree.
Sincere condolences Jean on this sad day. Perfect poems.
This post was set-up and scheduled a couple of days ago. Shall we call it coincidence or something else that put it up on this day? I’ll call it “something else” because of the way I set it up – not the way originally intended.
I’ve “talked” with Jean directly; may her spirit soar with the knowledge of the times they had together and the knowledge that the pain has ceased.
Thank you all, kind people.