Old Bill
Old Bill (written by 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 Eastenders
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
Copyright © Steven Cooke | Year Posted 2011
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