Kerry Packer was the richest man in Australia until he died the other year.....
I sometimes think of Kerry Packer
'Open your heart to the Lord', he said
Leave behind unfaithful friends
Evil spirits i command thee
To allow this soul to mend'.
He stood on the edge of Beachy Head
But this was not the sunshine day he had expected
It was windswept and rain threatened
He had wanted to smile
I like cake
I like sweet things
I like those tastes
That on my taste buds sing
Well, I woke up this morning
And i set off to the shops
But, Lord, though it's just November
They've put out all their Christmas stock.
I dreamed i was a neutron
inside an atom's heart
surrounded by electrons
their force pulling me apart
‘How are you feeling in general? ’ he asked.
‘Pretty good most of the time then I get these occasional black periods when nothing makes sense and I fear the worst’ I replied.
He was a strong and gentle man
With strong and gentle hands
He was a leading journalist
A carreer he had not planned