Now door is closed.
The man who felt
So much is not with us
His last one joke
Which wasn't broke
Was ticket on the bus
On which he left
Nothing except
To say: and so it was
Oh, dear Babel
All asphodel
Fields greeting with remorse
Though dynamite
Explosive pride
All tried to catch you up
Such gentleman
On his own terms
Decided how to stop.
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Author:
Sibo Con Baj (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Dedicated to Jean - Paul Belmondo.
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Comments1
thank you for introducing him to us
this is such a well written dedication, it says thousands gathered in public to pay their respects, fitting
for a profession designed to gift relief to the public..
thanks for sharing
may he R.I.P.
(I'll try and see one of his works
I'm a 'failed' fan of French cinema, especially comedies)
Thanks for reading and such nice words!)
Try "Breathless", it's so goddamn beautiful)
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