This wonderful poem was written by Charles Causley, and it tells the story of a boy from a very poor home. There may not be “boys like him anymore” in the Britain of 2016, but there used to be. I know, because I grew up with several of them.
A retired Assistant Head Teacher, mad keen on guitars. Four grown-up sons, two delightful grandchildren. Enjoys shooting at targets, not living things. Determined not to go gently into that good night.