First written on the 25th anniversary of John Lennon's shocking death,
now revised for the 30th anniversary. 8th December, 1980.
Reposted on the 32nd anniversary. Revised 8th December 2020

Dear John

Forty years older
And what have we done?
Listened and loved
And learned,
Your music revolving
In our rubber souls.
All we need is love
Stuck in our minds,
An illusive goal.

Imagine your world
Meeting ours,
Bringing the love and peace,
So obvious to you then,
So obvious to us now.

How you would love
To see us today,
On the brink
Of understanding
Your simple rules.

Forty years
To find you.
Forty years
And we are nearly
Giving peace a chance.
Should have done it

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Written on 2020-12-08 at 23:20

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Heartfelt and powerful.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
John Lennon a dyslexic - may that explaines his way of thinking. Thinking out of the box - approaching way out from left field.
So greatly missed, he lives on in his songs & music. Rediscovered by each generation now and yet to be born generations!
Ken D (Williams)

It makes me wistful to think about it. That's a good thing, we should remember, and you've done an ace job of bringing the memories to the surface.

It's almost too sad to think about how random life is.


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Esti...a wonderful write and rememberance....

The only part I would question is
"And we are nearly
Giving peace a chance."

As they would say in Brooklyn, "Fugedaboudit"

xxx Stan

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a wonderful expression of love and gratitude to John Lennon. I was able to watch a documentary on BBC America about his life, his ideals, his music. It was a beautiful experience as is your clever and respectful poem. : )

John Ashleigh
A fantastic and fitting tribute, indeed. A genious of art writing for another genious of art. A pleasure, and an honour to read.

Your friend,