A Fallen Bond[]
By Christopher J. Bradley
5/8/2003 8:20:06 AM
©2003
It was seven o’clock
When I heard of Roger Moore’s collapse.
His paroxysm struck on Broadway
And no doubt in a whirlwind of outburst.
The thought of it all
My hero from age seven
A novel relic from the age of Flemming
That would nourish me with finesse
And not heresy.
It would enlighten
Even the finicky film watchers
To see his name stretched across the heavens.
I pray that he does not go too soon.