Heroes
All my heroes are all leaving- one by one
Off this mortal coil, flying to the eternal sun
We can no longer field the world cup team
Or the greatest band the world’s ever seen
They’re all in some marvellous, heavenly land
Bobby Moore raising the cup to the stand
That fabulous save. how did Banksy get there?
And Best beats the fullback with a flick of his hair
Still dipping his shoulder and drifting past two
Flamboyant and brilliant things, only he could do
And two boys are waiting to start over again
They’re called John and George no need to explain
We spend a lifetime, building, sticking time with glue
If I’m first, when you come, I’ll show my heroes to you.
David Cox
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