IRON MAN

Stories told
He's a heart of gold,
Well, now he's older
He's even bolder.
Years filled
He's iron willed,
Gone the flowing locks
More a silver fox.
He'd slap her ass
Flash the brass,
It's been said
His pencil was still full of lead.
A copper in the force
Showed little remorse,
He kept on an even keel
With nerves of steel.
An Englishman to the core
Eyes of molten ore,
The soul within
Pure as Cornish tin.
In death he'll rust
Not turn to dust,
Fading bronzed tan
Your English iron man.

Phil Hall  May 2014.