Morrissey poem published on Poetry24 by David R Mellor

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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


Copyright© David R Mellor 2013
 
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


Copyright© David R Mellor 2013

Thanks for posting.
As northerners memories fade, their emotions grow stronger and more persistent, yet more silent than ever....
Homes, buildings, and people disappear, but the sullen air knows the history.
All too well. (And all to hell.) xx
 
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