Once upon a Long Ago
His mother was an Angel in Disguise
Early Days, at 3am, she cycled through snow
A midwife answering every baby’s request
He stopped being an average person
Stepped away from the Inner City madness
The stranglehold of nine till five
He rinsed the raindrops of hues
To brighten his lyrics
The Bloody Beetroot Sky
With Calico Clouds
He was cosmically conscious
In fighting injustices
He was never a backseat passenger
In raising his voice for issues
India called out:
‘Boys, this is your teacher’
It was a beautiful night
Big Boys Bickering,
The Beatles spilt their wings and flew
But he could always find a cello in the ruins
Children, children,
Gave him the comfort of love
Daytime, Night-time suffering
He understood, and sang it for us all
Saw death end a marriage
Endured the eclipse of another
Those footprints left
A front room Liverpool parlour
For the Mull of Kintyre
The Strawberry Fields beyond
He captured all us haymakers
In the swinging sixties
Runners in the Great Cock and Seagull Race
Otherwise known as relationships
When Love was Lazy Dynamite
And life was a house of wax too near the sun
A Magritte man,
He had his feet in the clouds
His seat on the Mersey ferry
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