that good night

everyone wants
to know, what's wrong
with bob dylan.
why the long face,
why no smiles as
they give him medals
and accolades
so late in life.
he seems unhappy
they say, after creating
so much. how did he
become the mumble
of a generation
after being the voice. why
doesn't he relax and
take it easy, why go on
the road year in
year out, his back to
the audience. his voice
shot, his songs
unrecognizable.
his hair and face a mangled
tale of fifty odd
years. why not lie
down and  go gentle into
that good night.