John Quixote
When Don Quixote rode into the pages of history
He left a seed that soon would grow
A world of windmills, princesses, whores
A world of wonderous magic bright
Laughter is the best medicine they say
As Patch Adams shows so well
Another chose that knightly road
On Booksie we did meet
THE GREAT QUIXOTE, JOHN his name
A master of pure wit
His words did lift the sagging heart
From darkness grasp he freed
When down and feeling low in heart
His words did lift me up
He took a subject drab and drear
He twisted it around
Tears of laughter soon would flow
As his magic pen did work
His world of endless humour bright
Shone though my dismal day
The clouds of darkness disappeared
The sun came shinning through
Countless numbers he inspired
His words like seeds did sprout
Showing forth the blossoms sweet
To scent the weary heart
Dear John has left this world alas
But yet his words live on
In countless thousands who have read
His works of endless mirth
I know he’ll live on in my heart
I remember his great wit
To see the world in such a way
A Gift from God above
He lit the world a candle bright
As magic flowed through him
A gift like that he could not keep
He shared with one and all
So here a glass of finest brew
I toast his wondrous pen
To John Quixote King of Wit
We’ll miss you, oh dear John
But you will never be forgot
Your words live on in us!
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