In the hush of morning, a friend’s message came,
Telling of a star, no longer in the frame.
Most times, news drifts like a passing tide,
But today, the sorrow won’t subside.
By the Gulf’s embrace, I was shaped and formed,
To Buffett’s tunes, my soul warmed.
From Key West’s embrace to where I stand,
His melodies echoed over sea and land.
Born of salt and sun-kissed shore,
His songs, a siren’s call, forevermore.
Fishing tales, sails unfurled wide,
A pirate’s life, the ocean’s tide.
The sun sets, casting golden hue,
With every note, a world I knew.
In the dance of life, all things must end,
Yet in the cycle, they begin again.
A toast to the captain, the sea’s old friend,
With wisdom profound, there’s no true end.
Fair winds, Jimmy, as you journey on,
In the vast dance where all life is drawn.
Margaritaville Memories: A Poetic Farewell to Jimmy Buffett
