I wrote this poem the night before he died. I hope you like it.
“Georgie”
Oh Belfast Boy!
Oh Belfast Joy!
Like and angel unannounced
You came
And showed me how to play
That beautiful game.
Your muddy boots
Your spidery legs
Your silken skills
Your messy hair,
As you raised your arms
In the air
Others could only hang their heads
In despair
At your genius and flair.
But your red jersey
Was only a guise,
For even the mighty Pele
Said you were the greatest
In his eyes.
Oh, may I never see your like again,
Then,
Till I’m watching you
From the terraces
In Heav’n.
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