The Word B

i know my last entry had a loose reference to death, but this one is more of a tribute to a man who has done so much for the world in his life time. most of which we have all benefited from to so degree. Ray Charles died last week, and in honor of the great musician i will post this poem, that i somewhat ironically wrote about mid-march of this year. it isn't one of my best, but it is my way of saying thanks to the man for the things he has provided me with- music, thoughts, ideas, inspiration. the title of the poem is RAY CHARLES (as if it could be anything else), here it is...

ray charles can sure play and sing
for being blind that man can do everything
he can hit the highs and play the lows
he tours the world performing shows
that ray charles can pull most chicks
for a blind man he's got lots of tricks
with fully abled body i sit here in wonder and awe
at how ray charles can do anything at all
at times i feel so useless and lame
but then i think of him playing the game
so if ray charles can do it then so can i
to be successful against all odds you only have to try