The Gentle Troubadour

Cliff the gentle troubadour
And friend of Endymion
Left an open door
Departing but never dying

When songs they play
The home thoughts flow
Remembered well today
In hearts of those who know

Shall there ever be again
So tender fine songsmith
A time we shall know when
But there can never be that if

Rest then well, your words they bloom
To touch the souls of ever found
Who in their hearts find blond room
And play as heaven songs abound

©2004 Hey Hey

Clifford T. Ward. February 10th 1944 - December 18th 2001

“The pain of grief is the price we pay for love”

very awsome works.

misty..

misty thanks for commenting on this so that it brings again to the top of the board a reminder of such a wonderful singer-songwriter who's art was stifled so early and who finally died so tragically of MS.