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