Jimmy Hill Poem by Ian Keenan

Jimmy Hill



I have cleaned the house;
They are in London still;
I wait for Dr Martin.

And Jimmy Hill is dead,
87 and battled with
Alzheimer's for seven long years.

I enjoyed his voice and drawn face;
His passion for footie.

His family argued as to
Where he should stay,
His third wife
Had the say
Over the kids - five in all.

May Jimmy go
Where all good commentators
Go,
A permanent seat in the stands
Of football Heaven.
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Saturday, December 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: peace,poem
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