He came to the area of low-cost housing
He came for the pace of low-cost life
Yet at what cost to him
At what cost
That his mind no longer rhymed
He took centre stage a star in their midst
They'd had no glory until their life he kissed
He kissed with his singing
He kissed with his songs
He might that have missed the climbing
He might have missed the throng
His words were of sadness
His words were of joy
His words showed off his madness
Of missing the last decoy
His friends and family visited
Though some stayed away
I don't expect that either you
Or he would be riveted
By this choice of words
That I instantly replay
But we all end up somewhere
And we all have to cry
For that place where we choose
To try to find our pot of gold
To go cold on the passion-filled
Passionate doubts of the past
To watch the waves again roll
Even to think that they won't last
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