Copyright 2025 Michael S Walker
Leonard Cohen
In the
Tower of Song
Felt unequal to Hank Williams
Coughing, thirty floors above him
As I, too
Feel a groundling
Compared to both of them…
There will always be
The incomparable Masters
And that is life’s gift
Mentors
Urging us on
Daring us to climb
The rough and perilous
Stairs
Some Master
Gifting you the directions
Where the roof
Finally might be
Where the sunlight
And the stars
Live
And sing…
All hail my Mentors
My Masters
Who were not gods
Oh all too human
But found the way to fashion wings
And fly high
High
And sing.