by Thomas DeFreitas
I think that I shall never sing
As beautifully as Carole King.
It’s now been half a century
Since she gave birth to Tapestry,
An album of such sway and groove,
I feel the earth begin to move!
Sunlight peeps through my clouds of grey
When Carole sings “So Far Away”;
And yes, my knees grow weak and bend
When she performs “You’ve Got a Friend.”
Fifty years old! Come, celebrate
This golden day. It’s not too late.
You’ve given joy amid much sorrow:
Ms. King, I’ll still love you tomorrow.