MORRISSEY

 

He’s not a god

But growing up in the crumbling north

He was more…

 

Whilst Wham blasted out Club Tropicana

And flags waved our troops home

He reminded me that you don’t have to be a thug to be a man, and to read is a blessing not a curse

 

He’s not a god

But growing up in the crumbling north

He was more

 

Made me stop

Think

Feel….

That life was not paper thin

 

His words laying our hearts

Wide open to receive

A nugget, a gem,

That I can still play

Over and over again

 

 

(by Some one (David R Mellor  Kindle)