(Robert) Zimmerman

Bob Dylan, he was born today,
In nineteen forty one,
A poet and a troubadour
Bettered yet by none.

Whether blowing in the wind,
Or tangled up in blue,
His thoughtful lyrics strike a chord,
His message fresh and new.

Though times may now be changing,
He remains a rolling stone
Not meant for the establishment
He walks his path alone.

He may not stay forever young,
And hard rain may well fall,
But happy birthday to you Bob,
Your songs have touched us all.

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