Tribute 3

April 5th 
He started out as nothing much, 
Just a guy from a small town. 
Now He's evolved into this, 
The perfectionest of sound. 

One guitar in his hands, 
And a microphone to his side. 
The greatest rock hero in the world, 
On this day, has died. 
April 5th, 1994 

A Poem For The Poet 

Of all the people in the world, 
It was he who had to go. 
It was his choice to pull the trigger, 
But why? I'll never know. 

And of all the people in the world, 
I would like for you to see, 
That even though the great one is gone, 
He'll always be a hero to me.