The Eyes Of An Angel

I’m sending you a fairly recent tribute poem that was inspired by a photo I saw of Barry (Gibb) kissing a rose at Robin’s grave site on the day of the funeral. It’s called “Tears and Bright Red Roses.”

Time has rolled on by
In the Village today,
We cry,
Bottles of Tears
And kiss our Bright Red Roses
No one told us thirty was our middle age,
We were simply living our dreams
We thought Night Fever would never end,
Oh, Burdie, I have a hope inside,
That comes from long ago,
The broken wings and heart
will mend only in time…
Time has made us laugh,
made us cry,
and has given us
Buckets of Tears
and Bright Red Roses

Margaret Hodge Moores
10, August,2012