Paul Mccartney (Born 1942) (Planet 4148mccartney)

Once upon a Long Ago His mother was an Angel in Disguise Early Days, at 3am, she cycled through snow A midwife answering every baby’s request He stopped being an average person Stepped away from the Inner City madness The stranglehold of nine till five He rinsed the raindrops of hues To brighten his lyrics The Bloody Beetroot Sky With Calico Clouds He was cosmically conscious In fighting injustices He was never a backseat passenger In raising his voice for issues India called out: ‘Boys, this is your teacher’ It was a beautiful night Big Boys Bickering, The Beatles spilt their wings and flew But he could always find a cello in the ruins Children, children, Gave him the comfort of love Daytime, Night-time suffering He understood, and sang it for us all Saw death end a marriage Endured the eclipse of another Those footprints left A front room Liverpool parlour For the Mull of Kintyre The Strawberry Fields beyond He captured all us haymakers In the swinging sixties Runners in the Great Cock and Seagull Race Otherwise known as relationships When Love was Lazy Dynamite And life was a house of wax too near the sun A Magritte man, He had his feet in the clouds His seat on the Mersey ferry