Jim Young – The Lion Cub (POEM)

(Alan “Jim” Young) aka Nrsimhadeva Das

The lion cub, he cuddled, and lived a song,

of immense compassion — when things went wrong.

Ready to pounce and hug you tight,

and hear the dramas of your sorry plight.

I remember fondly in 1984,

when I first heard your name from the Sankirtan Scores.

A roar went up as they called your name,

and I wondered: “Who was that boy with all the fame?”

Well, it turns out he wasn’t a rockstar,

just a jolly o’l bloke who’d come from the bar,

after a game of footy and a life gone wild,

he was now shaved and clean — Nrsimhadeva’s child!

A Saint Kilda fan — through and through,
and yet always devoted to the Boy in blue.

He lived his life like a man possessed,
by guru, footy and any food that was blessed! :0

He honored that name — throughout his life,

calling on the Lord whenever he was in strife.

Standing strong like a lion when the need called,

yet offering a cuddle if you happened to fall.

Nrsimhadeva Das — you are a lovely soul,

Someone I’ll remember until I’m very old.

You’ll always be my mate and mentor wise,

thank you for reminding me that nobody dies.

For you’ll live on — good and strong,

your memory fixed in my heart’s song.

For whenever I praise the Lion Avatar,

fond thoughts of you will not be far.