Old Bill Poem by Steven Cooke

Old Bill died today
He was a grumpy old sod said Mrs. Grey.
Fool thought me,
For you do not know what memory is

He was a decorated soldier who,
Courted beautiful women
Argued with royalty
And dined with the Aga khan

For Oscar Wilde and Keats was his tipple
But women cheated him
And his money cheated him.
And finally time cheated him

All gone now,
Just silence echoed by a distant memory,
Interrupted by Coronation Street, and East Enders
Is this the legacy of modern Life

For Bill, all that is left is the shell
And now that has gone.

Yes he was a grumpy old man
But Modern life too will be cheated by time
And what memories will it leave
And what will people say about you Mrs. Grey