At nine he was a thief, by twelve he had quit.
At thirteen he was a preacher, by fifteen he had quit.
At sixteen he was an alcoholic, by eighteen he had quit.
At nineteen he was a soldier,by twenty one he had quit.
At twenty four he was a poet, singer, song writer, by twenty seven he had quit.
At thirty he was a man lost in technology, by thirty five he was found.
At forty he was a visionary, by forty five the vision had changed.
At fifty he was a sage, at fifty five the sage was bitter.
At sixty he was an explorer,by seventy he was dead.

In his life he loved, lost, loved and lost and still found love again.�
With his ears he heard the music in life, and found life in the music.�
With his eyes he saw evil that should not be seen,
he saw beauty that could not be seen,
and turned a blind eye to what he would not see.�
His epitaph read, I was here, now I am gone....from here.�
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