Another falsetto stilled
Just Barry is left
Today, on the Word Count Blogathon, we are supposed to write some haiku poetry (three lines, 5, 7, 5 syllables). with a seasonal element (a symbol of winter, spring, summer or fall) and ideally, a surprise transition from the idea of the first two lines into the third.
The above isn't any of that. Well, it does have the syllable count.
But that is all I could think of, hearing last night of Robin Gibb's death from cancer. Age 62. I have loved the Bee Gees for many years.
Once, we were all young
Carefree and without sickness
Now, we slowly die.
I wanted to pay tribute to Robin, with one of my favorite Bee Gees song, the song that started their journey to the top: New York Mining Disaster 1941. Such a simple song, but such a powerful blending of voices.
So we can sing one more time
Before winter comes.