Another One Bites The Dust Poem by Gil Tee

In memory of Steve Norton, the archetypal Mr Nice Guy, whose sudden and unexpected death on 11 May 2009 is a source of much sorrow and sadness amongst those who had the privilege to have known him.


Had a phone call from an old friend with the news last night
that one of our companions has disappeared from sight;
driven off the fairway and vanished in the rough -
he'll never salvage par again with that magic touch.

For ages we've been saying that we must meet up sometime
for a pint of beer or two, or maybe some red wine,
to talk about the old days and our retirement plans -
but pension funds are worthless when it all goes down the pan.

If life is an illusion, why is it so unkind?
This isn't the reunion that we had in mind.
The funeral is on Thursday - I hope my suit still fits -
there'll be no showbiz send-off, though; he never did like glitz.

So say a prayer for Stephen and wish his woman well;
he's holing out in Heaven while we wonder, Is this Hell?
Yes, raise a glass to Stephen - I used to know him well -
and try to keep believin' while we wander in this Hell.

Say Goodbye to Stephen; they say the good die young -
and seein' is believin', but believin' ain't much fun.