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
© David Mellor
Morrissey: has his light finally gone out?
David was born in Liverpool in 1964. He left school with nothing, rummaged around various dead end jobs, then back to college and uni. In his 20s he first discovered poetry, starting writing and performing and has done so ever since. I has lived on the Wirral for the past 8 years.
