1977
The King was dead
our mothers crying.
I still remember
Elvis dying.
Those punk pounded days
not easily forgotten.
When Sid was Vicious
and Johnny was Rotten.
Marc Bolan, hair curly
The Metal Guru.
A passenger in his Mini
An untimely death too.
American cop series
too many, too much.
The Rockford Files, Kojak
Starsky and Hutch.
BBC’s 1 and 2
And then ITV.
Flag waving patriots, the
Queen’s silver jubilee.
All this I remember
All this and much more.
I was much younger then
when life was no chore.
Christopher Farley – 2012.
My Words, My World 
I really like this! Am I fan of such writings, and this tribute to the 70’s in rhyme was very pleasing ro read 🙂
Thanky Cindy. I had the “Bolan” verse in my head for a while and one evening I just put a few things together. My interest is fiction. Your blog is really interesting. I’ve never considered short stories… until now. 🙂
And it came out pretty nice 🙂 Thanks! I am kind of new, and it’s always a great pleasure to receive such feedback! I’ll be waiting to read some short stories from you! 🙂
You shall be the first to know 🙂
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17th August 1977. I remember it well (I was 10). I was visiting an aunt the day after her birthday and two days before mine…
I remember being in the kitchen and my Mum in tears with a copy of The Sun and its “King Elvis is dead” headline.