Bill Mendy

Bill Mendy is not scared of the grim reaper For he has spent his boyhood years in hell The story of his life he never relate As such a story too painful to tell. For years he has not seen his foster parents And he has no wish to meet with them again At their hands he suffered uncalled for beatings The welts long healed but the mental scars remain. The hard life is already telling on him In the past few years his brown hair turned to gray For one in his thirties he looks much older He will be thirty eight on his birthday. Twelve years ago he married lovely Mandy But the marriage only lasted seven years She took their son and daughter and moved in with another 'He must have shed a bucketful of tears'. He loved her well and was a good provider Yet their marriage ended in the divorce court He had to sell his house and give her half of the money And as well he has to pay her child support. His wife lives up north west with her lover and the children He last saw them sixteen months ago in May They live in Broome in the Western Australia tropics Far north of Perth thousands of miles away. Bill Mendy has no fears of the grim reaper For he feels his happiest will be his last day He's thirty eight this sad long suffering fellow But he looks older and his hair is gray.