Bobby,
By the way. You posted, way way back three Tom Moore
songs. Have you ever come across this poem by
James Simmons?
For Thomas Moore
When the young have grown tired
and the old are abused,
when beauty's degraded,
and brilliance not used,
when courage is clumsy
and strength misapplied
we wish that our seed
in the dark womb had died
But when youth finds its singers
and old men find peace
and beauty finds servants
and genius release,
when courage has wisdom
and strength mends our wrongs
we will sing unembarrassed
your marvellous songs.
Best wishes
Peter
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