Sitting in this cold dark space I cannot believe what was read.
But it is true, at age of sixty two a legend is dead.
His hands must have been on “Fire,” across the skins they moved so quick.
Seemed the palm of both hands were naturally fit for a stick.
From the sixty’s to the millennium, God what a great ride.
In their work very few drummers have the right to take such pride.
Even now Mitch Mitchell plays, though we cannot hear him anymore.
With both the band mates in heaven he will compose his next score.