On a cold December day
In nineteen eighty,
A man gunned down
On a New York street.
A man whom talked about
Giving peace a chance,
Was gone in an instant
Not a second glance.
A peaceful life lost
There was no pretending,
Eyes all over the world cried
For John Lennon.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Dec.8/2005
I too loved John Lennon he had a heart of gold and a genuis mind