An Ageless, Timeless, Man

Baby-blue eyes on a face that's seen life

Wrinkled and brown beneath hair that's snow-white,

Yet the pale blue eyes , still are the same,

Deep with emotions and memories.

Memories of pleasure and pain..


No bitterness carried in you or your eyes,

Kindness is all that shines through.

With love and acceptance of things that went wrong.

Acceptance of wrongs is what's made you strong.


And so here you are.... you and your guitar,

Drawing large crowds as ever before.

Because beauty runs deep and wrinkles don't matter.

The beauty in you still shines through your eyes.

The words that you sing? Each one is a prize.


And we are the winners who listen to you.

Long may you sing, white hair and wrinkles,

With a heart as big as the planet.

That's the way l see you. xx

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Dan Sanders 3 years ago

Perfect put. Beautifully written


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Hi billybub. You have paid me quite a compliment by saying l never disappoint. I appreciate it. Thank you.


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Hi Dan!!!! Thanks a lot for stopping by and leaving a lovely comment.


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mckbirdbks 3 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Hello your words are so warmly expressed. Very nice Dim.


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suzettenaples 3 years ago from Taos, NM

Sweet poem and tribute to a great artist! Enjoyed your poem and I love KK's music.


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Thanks mckbirdbks.

Warmly expressed since the guy makes me feel warm and tingly whenever l hear that deep Texan voice.


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Genna East 3 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

I have always liked Kris K. There is genuineness to him…a natural down to earth quality that is both warm and graceful, with wisdom. You have captured him well in this lovely poem, Dim. :-)


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Nice to meet a fellow fan.

Thank you for the lovely comment.


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Minnetonka Twin 3 years ago from Minnesota

What a beautiful tribute poem to a worthy man. I too have always like Kris. He's such a handsome man and I do love his eyes-they give off such love.


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Suzetnaples. Happy to know you liked my short poem. K.K. is rather special isn't he?


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Thank you Minnetonka Twin.


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ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina

Dim,

Kris K is definitely a superstar worthy of such a beautiful tribute. He has written some of the great songs of all time. Much Enjoyed.

Kim


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Thank you, thank you, ocfireflies........

So kind of you to send me this encouragement.


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Micky Dee 2 years ago

My favorite song that Kris ever wrote,

May not be of any literary note.

But lonely riding through any downtown,

Evokes "Sunday Morning Coming Down".


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Dim Flaxenwick 2 years ago from Great Britain Author

Sunday Morning Coming Down is also one of our favourites(hubby).

Reminds of of being young.

Sundays can be awful can't they?


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DREAM ON 22 months ago

You see right through deep into his soul. Way to go. A lovely hub.


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Dim Flaxenwick 22 months ago from Great Britain Author

Thank you, Dream On. I love the lyrics of some of his songs.


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Micky Dee 22 months ago

Extraordinary man and great article.

"Sunday Morning Coming Down" is one of the best songs ever written.

I listen and I'm back on streets of L.A., Charleston, SC, ...

And Sunday morning is coming down. The streets are mostly empty early in the AMs. The homeless gather around a bottle. Loneliness takes a stroll.

And as I cycle on these Sundays with Sunday morning coming down, I appear "aloof"? A fast bike is beneath me, I wear the cyclists' clothes, I seem fit?

But I am the common denominator whether I'm recognized or not.

Above it all? I'm a few threads and tires.

There's nothing quite as lonesome as Sunday morning coming down.

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