Robin, you threw up wisdom and we laughed and wanted more, aware that your bile was not only brilliant and entertaining, but, strange as it may sound, it nurtured millions of viewers and listeners. Robin, you doubt-fired and dead-poet societed us, encouraged us to come into our own, “You must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all.” Maybe your gravestone will feature this quote of yours, “No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world.” Your works changed mine. Or perhaps it will present this encouragement of yours, “You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.” Rest assured, that spark of madness of yours will live on, Robin Williams, in all of us. |
This poem was originally published by Phindie on August 12, 2014.
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