Tom
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A victim of your own sucess, they said.
Going here and there.
Constantly travelling, and never failing to impress.
Never slowing, never settling down.
Like a leaf,
Lightly floating,
In the wind.
Your actions sparked parties opinions.
You were branded, named, trademarked
By them.
The talking heads.
Never ceasing with their useless, meaningless noise.
You were this,
That,
And everything in between.
Slander faced you at every turn.
Your name tossed around like a ragdoll,
In the wind.
An unfortunate event occured.
Realising their wrongdoings,
They all hushed. They were all quiet.
Terrible comments whisked away from them.
The days that followed were hard to descipher.
Will you be laid to rest for good?
Will you be shown as some sort of waxwork?
A clown?
Will you?
We dont know what the future will hold.
Like a paper bag, not knowing where it will land,
In the wind.
You will never be forgotten.
Never,
No, never!
You were always immortal to us.
Not quite a God,
But far more than a saviour.
And you knew that.
You treated us with respect and dignity.
And we were fools.
We misjudged you.
We turned you on yourself.
And God could take no more.
"Stop!" he said.
And he took you from us,
In a cruel twist-of-fate.
You are now in a better place.
And your flame has truly shone for the last time.
It is now dusty and burned out.
Like a candle,
In the wind.
Thank you.
Going here and there.
Constantly travelling, and never failing to impress.
Never slowing, never settling down.
Like a leaf,
Lightly floating,
In the wind.
Your actions sparked parties opinions.
You were branded, named, trademarked
By them.
The talking heads.
Never ceasing with their useless, meaningless noise.
You were this,
That,
And everything in between.
Slander faced you at every turn.
Your name tossed around like a ragdoll,
In the wind.
An unfortunate event occured.
Realising their wrongdoings,
They all hushed. They were all quiet.
Terrible comments whisked away from them.
The days that followed were hard to descipher.
Will you be laid to rest for good?
Will you be shown as some sort of waxwork?
A clown?
Will you?
We dont know what the future will hold.
Like a paper bag, not knowing where it will land,
In the wind.
You will never be forgotten.
Never,
No, never!
You were always immortal to us.
Not quite a God,
But far more than a saviour.
And you knew that.
You treated us with respect and dignity.
And we were fools.
We misjudged you.
We turned you on yourself.
And God could take no more.
"Stop!" he said.
And he took you from us,
In a cruel twist-of-fate.
You are now in a better place.
And your flame has truly shone for the last time.
It is now dusty and burned out.
Like a candle,
In the wind.
Thank you.
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