By Scott Bailey © 2013
In an unremarkable flat
Next to a noisy tapas bar
Is where, perhaps, Hawkins might die
Folded in his chair
It will not be remembered
Unlike his remarkable mind
Such are the vagaries of life and death
Both ridiculous and sublime
Read more in A Spring of Dreams
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 
Thoughtful composition. Re-posted it here:
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/08/02/perhaps-scott-andrew-bailey-spring-of-dreams/
full credit given and links provided, of course. 😉 Feel free to let me know if i’ve made any typos. It happens from moment to moment 😉
Thanks for sharing your words
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Thank you. Appreciate the support. It’s an old one and he died after I wrote it but it still makes sense.
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