He had an eightball tattooed on his hand.
A tower of strength, My hero did stand…
Taller than any tree, Cooler than any man.
No superhero for me, My hero was this man.
Pop
He wore a black leather jacket, Rode his bike at the speed of light.
He'd tear down the road, Like a rebel in the night.
I'd watch at mum's window with three words spinning round my head…
You're so cool. You're so cool. You're so cool.
We walked the sandy beach under the warmth of the sun…
Laid in wild fields as my life begun.
Of this ever changing world to me he would teach…
When I was falling under for him I'd reach…
Thinking…
You're so cool. You're so cool. You're so cool.
I'd watch him serenade all the girls…
They'd hang on his tongue, he was their world.
I'd have to run down the street to his stride…
He would throw me a wink and I would fill pride…
Thinking…
You're so cool. You're so cool. You're so cool.
In time life took its toll, like it does with us all.
Well he took the punches, but never did fall.
My hero bounced right back through the hurt and pain…
My love grew stronger and the words remained…
You're so cool. You're so cool. You're so cool.
As these years fly by, Through the bad and good.
I still believe in my heart…
If I could slip my skin and be someone else…
I'd want to be you.
You're so cool.
About the Creator
Steven Baldry
I have been writing Poetry since I was a teenager. Now in my late thirties I enjoy it more than ever. I find it a wonderful release and it helps me to free my mind and understand myself and my emotions.
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