Lennon's Life (A Poem)

By: Kristi N. Phillips

In 1940...
The war raged on,
While Julia gave birth to a baby boy.
That boy was you.
Five short years later, you cried,
"Mummy, don't go! Daddy come home!"
But Mummy left and Daddy didn't come home.
So, your Aunt Mimi and Uncle George looked after you.

In the 1950's...
You grew up fast.
Uncle George has passed on.
But your mother comes back into your life.
Rock 'n' Roll hits the scene,
And you want to play guitar like everyone else.
So, you get one and Aunt Mimi says words that you'll never forget,
"The guitar's alright for a hobby, but you'll never make a living out of it."
Little did she know.
Your mother teaches you banjo chords.
Even though it isn't the right way to play a guitar,
You are still satisfied.
Soon enough you finally have your own band-The Quarrymen.
You don't like school at all, and would rather play rock 'n' roll.
One summer day, the Quarrymen are scheduled to play at the garden fete.
And you play there and have a good time.
On that day, a younger boy notices you up on stage,
Singing the wrong lyrics to "Come Go With Me."
After your performance, you go to the church hall.
A friend introduces you to that boy.
His name is Paul McCartney.
Tragedy strikes your life.
Your mother has left you and will not return.
Ran over by an off-duty policeman.
Through all your pain and sorrow you find love,
In rock 'n' roll, and a college girl named Cynthia Powell.

In the 1960's...
You have new people in your band.
And you've changed the name to,
THE BEATLES.
You and the other Beatles go to Hamburg and have a wild time.
You think, "Are we ever gonna make it?"
With Pete Best out and Ringo Starr in, you sure will.
Along the way another friend of yours leaves you, Stuart.
You know that you loved him, you said that once.
Soon, you discover Cynthia's going to have a baby,
So, you did the "right thing" by getting married.
A baby boy is born, and his name is Julian.
Beatlemania has arrived, Britain loves you,
Soon America will, too.
The Beatles are bigger than Elvis!
You made it!
At the beginning, you and Paul wrote songs together.
After awhile, you both drift apart and write your own material.
But the Beatles are still together.
Drugs enter the scene.
Wild new colors, shapes, and people enter your life.
One particular person is Yoko Ono.
Through this purple haze, the Beatles are drifting apart.
You fall in love with Yoko, and the band becomes second on your list.
You invite her to your house and discover tapes.
At dawn, you discover each other.
That morning you knew that she was THE ONE.
Cynthia leaves and Yoko stays.
The Beatles break up and you are all heading in opposite directions.

In the 1970's...
Primal Scream Therapy enters your life.
Politics and Peace, too.
You move from England to New York.
Nixon doesn't like it, he wants to deport you.
But you fight to stay.
Yoko is tired of you, and sends you off with May Pang.
You and May decide to go to L.A.
While you are there, you run drunk through the streets with Harry Nilsson,
Have crazy recording sessions with Phil Spector.
Through all that roughness, you fall in love--with May.
Eighteen months later, Yoko wants you back.
And you go to her.
On your 35th birthday, another baby boy is born.
His name is Sean.
Writing and recording sessions are put on hold,
While you become a househusband.
You look after the baby, watched him grow, and learn to bake bread.
After five years, you want to record again, so you do.

In 1980...
No one knew that this would be your last album,
And year with Yoko, Sean, and the world.
In December, you are prematurely taken away.
We still mourn your tragic loss today,
But we must remember that you are in a peaceful place.
What a life you had and experienced.
We will never forget you,
Because all we have to do is Imagine...

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