Poem to share about Bruce –

His presence before us, his time on this earth
Gives all that he has, each night after night
Much more than a job, more resembles a curse
With no ill intentions, such little respite!

I mutter a question, no answer, reply
Gaze up to the stars and do contemplate
What brought us together to laugh, dance, and cry?
This city, this venue, this time, on this date

A force well beyond us, that shivers my spine
Each note that I hear from a song, phrase, or verse
The Road Not Taken to Oh, What A Time
The Other Ones which so many have heard

Will remain in a vault, etched forever in stone
For they can’t be unsung, undone, or removed
From each beat of our heart, from the core of our bones
The stories, the visions, the pictures, the grooves

A backdrop to life, a gauge if you will
Of where we have been, and where we’ll meander
A companion of sorts, a push up the hill
A score for the end, as we each play the stander

These words might seem simple, or quite overstated
From where you are sitting, from where you perform
The fan’s goals and dreams are often belated
We live through the artist we humbly adorn

A symbol of excellence, of what can be had
The price paid in full, the plan strictly followed
Too many lose sight and fall wayward, it’s sad!
And life ends up rather empty and hollow

You serve as a beacon, a vessel of hope
Not only your stories, but goals realized
A teacher to show us, to lead us and prove
We can succeed, rise above, win the prize

I sit in the darkness and open my soul
To soak up the sweetness of sounds from the night
The notes just like raindrops, they fall and they roll
With the beauty of sunrise, the morning’s first light