Gathering Flowers For The Surfer's Bouquet ©

It's true i know entertainers are,
just people like you and me.
But some hold a special place in our heart,
and on a pedestal they be!
Jan Berry indeed was such,
although struck down in his prime.
He continued to be there for us,
for he knew it was surfin time.
I met this man so thankful for that,
oh how he could entertain and charm.
A tear fell then glancing at:
the medic alert bracelet on his arm.
So came the time you see,
for one last wave.
He was there in all his glory,
and in a wheelchair so brave!
Now if you'll excuse me while i cower,
but i need to have a cry today.
While i gather flowers,
for the surfer's bouquet....
The wild surf ended for you and i,
his 63rd birthday:just a week shy.
He hung in there till 62
and what a ride he gave to me and you AND:+)'s oh so TRU!!
Copyright ©2004~S@L

Without Jan And Dean,
it'll never be the same....
the surfin scene!
Since then they've been dropping like flies,
as to many many more we sadly say our goodbyes!

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