I was so worried and overwhelmed with sorrow
But last week, I heard someone talking with L. Morrow
The clock was still ticking, but time stood still
When I learned about the passing of Vennie Hill
If I could sail the seven seas on seven ships
Maybe I could set my compass to find Ibn Hipps
And while aboard, I could cast my fishing hook
But maybe not too far to reel in Michael Pennycook
Like the keys on a piano and an old rivalry
Has anyone seen the likes of Mr. Ivory?
Thinking of Street Sense friends, and in plain sight
As I look up, in the door comes walking Sheila White!
On such a rainy day, one doesn’t need a bonnet
To read the sad and cheerful refrain of this sonnet!
