Where have all the grown-ups gone?
The ones I looked to all my life
To show me what’s been going on
To make me laugh and keep me safe
Their reassurance slips away
As if they’d someplace else to be
We stand here at the break of day
And count each loss as one set free
I wish they wouldn’t shuffle off
So many games we never played
But some by self and some by health
They one-by-one all leave this stage
And whether one is hopping mad
Or feeling blue, or sad, or bad
It’s curtains for the fun we had
Now Mork has gone to follow Dad
I have often heard, these passings happen in threes. I seriously doubt that will be the case this time. He was truly one of a kind. And, for me, he will always be remembered as Mork.
Your fine poem brought a smile, even as sadness prevails.
I don’t know, Lauren Bacall died the next day.Charles Keating (an American Opera star) died the day before. Maybe you have a point. Or do they all have to die the same way?
As soon as I heard Lauren Bacall had passed, I thought about what I said here, Sonya… oops.
I was really shocked they passed away so close together. I wish you had been right and they didn’t happen in threes.