To him, that imagined there was no heaven

I come to you Lennon, as an admired and a student of praise.

Living my life, as you see fit- throughout all of my days.

You spoke of a world, consumed with love and peace.

As if the world was on fire, and his words he didn’t heed.

You, my teacher were killed too early, and much too soon.

If you could only have seen what we did to Babolyn’s ruins!

Those that  live for today, now… unike you have taught.

Packing on enormous debt, our oceans left to rot.

John call us from the dead if you will, where nothing is real.

Forever, Strawberries rising from the apples core and peel.

Your mates, continue on…though, not as you would like.

The walrus still making music drivel, from another time.

Places that you would have remembered, they surely have changed.

Truly the worlds been shot by a revolver!, a rubber soul it’s remains.

Those I never loose affection, for everything you have recalled.

I have found that in my life, I respect you day by day all the more.