Half listening, was about to go
Into town but caught the flow
About Jacques Brel;
The singer greatly loved by those
Who admired his poignant, streetwise prose
He captured so well all of those
Whose life was hell.
A renegade, a young man who
Like James Dean, hated routine too,
He left the family, as you do
And went abroad
A troubled soul, his words struck home
He spoke for those cast out, alone
Disappointed love he’d known
It struck a chord.
His records soon began to sell
He expressed the “mal de vivre” so well
This, the quintessential Brel,
Brought loud applause
So sadder far than I can say
I learned that he had passed away
Thirty-five years ago today
Cancer - the cause...
(c) Poet in the woods 2013
8th April, 1929 - 9th October, 1978
My prolific Poetess, how I admire your works!!- - Sandy
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