Bill McCai

His family taught him right from wrong

With local tales and children’s songs

Sunday school was his shelter

With his friends Joe and Walter

Now those days seem far away

An empty swing where he once played

Now Bill’s grown so fat and bald

He never thought that he’d grow old

And every day when he gets the train

Looks out the window and thinks in vain

If only I could be that boy again

His sales job gets him down

Same old faces same old sounds

Heart attacks, orthopedic backs

Documents in labeled racks

His wife can’t stand the sight of him

With his routine glass of gin

She makes his lunch of processed ham

And waits in for the meter man

And every day when he gets the train

Looks out the window and thinks in vain

If only I could be that boy again

If only he could be that boy again

Another day another gin

His kids don’t even notice him

Something different about his face

His happy smile seems out of place

His family gathered around for tea

Eyes fixed on their new telly

Newsflash came, then it saidâ?¦

Bill McCai was just found dead

No more windows, no more trains

Hung himself out in the rain

Now he’ll never be that boy again

And we say by-bye Bill McCai