A Room filled with memories-
In a “dirty old town”-
“It seems like only yesterday-
That I left my mind behind”.
He spoke to me in whispers-
And He sang a song for me-
Of peace and war-
Of doves and skies-
And Civil Liberty.
He sang that there were answers-
In the ”Blowin’ of the Wind”-
I chased that Wind-but could not find-
The answers some deserved.
He sang that times were changin’-
We must fight for equal rights-
He would not see that one sad day-
George Floyd would lose His fight.
His fight to live- to laugh and sing-
To change the times He lived in-
His parting plea of – ‘I Can’t Breathe’-
Becomes His Song Memoriam.
So Thank You noble poet-
For your songs of Peace and Freedom-
We listened and we sang with you-
Your Hopes a promised beacon.
Written on the occasion of Dylan’s eightieth birthday and the memory of the young Bohemian that I was in Sixties Dublin.