A Hard Rain Poetry Series poem “A Song For Bobby” from Bernard Pearson

Song for Bobby

Hey, hey , Bobby Dylan
I wrote you some lines
You showed us the road
But you left us no signs

You said this way
You must travel alone
The truth it’s inside you
And its one you must own

You’ll meet many folk
Along the highway
Maybe I will see you
On the judgement day

When the weather is fine
But the hour may be late
We’ll be hungry and tired
As we wait by the gate

With angels and demons
Both dressed the same
Asking for forgiveness
And calling his name

There’ll be Helen of Troy
And Red River girls
And spirits of Ecstasy
In diamonds and pearls

But the truth is when the time
comes we will all turn to dust
and our iron hearted souls
will crumble and rust

Unless we admit that
Our hearts are on fire
And our Ozymandias
Has died on the pyre.

We’ve called you names
Like Jokerman Jack
But the the trail is ahead
There’s no turning back

So my friend through the
Fog we see there is light
I hope that we will meet again
At the end of the dark night

© Bernard Pearson