Billy Joe McAllister and Chris's Bobby McGee
Awaken something, arousing a spectral head
Deep in memory, certain, yet we can not see
Their faces, distinctly, then it dawns, they are dead.
Two separate roads brought us two different odes,
To sing sadly and softly, in their minor keys...
About crossroads, high bridges and life's overloads...
How heartaches and memories, bring us to our knees.
Do names we remember from our early life stages,
Bring us joy in the recall of faces long gone?
Or has time in its marching, a toll outrageous,
Disfigured the legacy of dear ones beyond?
Void of sleep down the years, far distant from us now,
Will one solitary turn aside to ponder
The fates of one of us, that memories allow
Him dwell on, who've gone before him, waiting yonder?
--Le Goobairre Extrodinarre
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