The Marc Bolan Poem – Written early 1993 (Aged 17/18)

The Marc Bolan Poem

Every night the tape goes on and on,
I watch the reels.
The song is the same, but even after all this time,
it still feels special.
You stood up for what you believed in;
you demanded your space.
If half the people in this world did the same,
it would surely be a better place.
When I was a child,
I never knew what I wanted to do,
unlike you—
inspiration for generations.
People put you down now you are not around.
Even though I know you are somewhere
rocking on with a psychic-made guitar,
I am sure that one day we will join you there,
just like you said.
You were not crazy in the head;
you had things to say,
and you did.
You sang gently;
you did not shout.
It is a tragic shame
that no one will ever work them out.
But I will listen again and again;
I want to know what you were about.
One day we all grow;
it is so strange.
And did you not know
you played the fame game?
And in a way, you paid the price.
But who cares anyway—you lived your days to the most.
Now you are a memory,
just a ghost.
But every night the music goes on and on;
I wonder if you will come along
and be my host.

James Garratt – 1993

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