Hi Friends,
Many folks out there are saddened by the recent death of actor James Gandolfini (aka Tony Soprano). He has “shuffled off this mortal coil” and assumed an untimely seat at the head table in that big pasta palace in the sky. What a shame. This poem is my farewell to the big fella. Stash
Tony… We Hardly Knew Ya
In a flash, quiet brooding silence
Sparked into abrupt and ultra violence.
A gent as large as a grand piano…
We all knew the man as Tony Soprano.
Conflicted and wrapped in mother issues…
Psycho therapy with a box of tissues.
Topless dancers and a myopic wife..
Misfit children sharing a screwed up life.
Garbage hauling with a bit of killing…
Business colleagues all very willing
To punch a face or smash a head…
“Negotiating” until someone was dead.
But Tony was lovable, in his bad-boy way…
It’s a sad pity that he just couldn’t stay.
His show ended in vague, uncertain mystery…
An inadequate resolution to Soprano history.
Death intrudes.
Reality sometimes mirrors the make believe…
Once again, fans feel their need to grieve.
As with the unclear finale to his show,
What might have been… we’ll never know.
Stash 6/24/13