So Steve Norman is dead
But he worked his head
Of, for others it’s said.
He didn’t look to himself,
People said.
He didn’t have much
But he had respect
Because he could connect
And he would always stand
Up for right and demand
That the lonely and lost
Are not some marginal cost
To a society that’s lost
The compassion and heart
For those on the edge and apart
He didn’t play no bit part.
He was the lead they say
Not afraid of some verbal affray
With the suits that are grey.
Belligerent and cranky
And difficult frankly
But stood no hanky panky
No messing about
By any snot nosed sprout.
He would bawl them out
If he thought them unfair
To people needing care,
They’d be ****** aware
That Steve Norman was there.