MEMORIES OF MY SON
Jim Morrison with 4 faces
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts
Son of me
Son of mine
When I look up I don’t see the sky.
What can I say
What can I do
If living in heaven with the morning dew
is hell on Earth
then, I don’t want to die without you
It’s cold at night
until the clouds meet the day
And the hours turn to minutes
as my memory slips away.
And friends to have none
to sit aside
and play with my mind.
God, it’s not easy to die.
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