A poor homage to the poet for a generation, Robert Allen Zimmerman

[Atticus]

( a la "Like A Rolling Stone" )

Who coulda guessed
You tried your best
But failed the test
Now nothing makes sense

You've loved and lost
And been storm-tossed
You've paid the cost
So drop the pretense

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Life does not last that long
We all write our own song
Some are loud and please the ear
Some are faint and spawned in fear
Some are sung in silent solitude

* * * * * * * *

We know we all
Will hit the wall
All curtains fall
---and nothing makes sense

Posting this because I am too old to care if some think me a fool. If some smile, I have succeeded.

[crosinski]

1. Thanks for the poem ...

… it did make me smile.

[elleng]

2. a/k/a Bob Dylan!

[Mr.Bill]

3. You got a smile from me.

[malthaussen]

4. Better than mine, which is sometimes considered blasphemy.

Positively Rain Blowin’ on Fourth Avenue
(With apologies to Mr Zimmerman)


Mumblin’ grumblin’ words that make no sense,
I can’t help it if you all are dense.
Are you stressed about current events?
Have a hit, then you won’t feel so tense.

I’m a poet, everybody knows.
Even if you think my lyric blows.
Maybe it will put you in a doze.
Every high is followed by its lows.

So what if my words aren’t finely-honed?
If I had a message, I’d have phoned.
I don’t care if you think my mind has roamed
Just as long as everyone gets stoned.

I just want the stupid words to rhyme
Just as long as it does not take much time.
These words are the message that is mine:
Have a toke, and then you’ll feel fine.

You might think this song’s some kind of joke.
Sounds like country-western, but it’s folk.
Well, I can barely think with all this smoke.
Guess I’ll have myself another toke.

Hope you liked this Bobby Dylan song.
If you did, you can always sing along.
I don’t care if you get the words all wrong.
Now, would someone please pass me the bong?

-- Mal