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40 years ago on July 3, 1971, poet and rocker Jim Morrison of The Doors was found dead at age 27 in his apartment in Paris. The words and music of Jim Morrison have shaped my life in so many immeasurable ways.
Jim is alive and well in my world as I read his poetry and listen to his music all the time, and his words and music sounds as great as ever. On this day, I pay tribute to the man with a bit of one of my favorite poems, “An American Prayer”:
We’re perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We’re reaching for death on the end of a candle
We’re trying for something that’s already found us….
RIP Jim. I love you the best. Better than all the rest.