Is it cold in his shadow, does the legacy chill –

all the titles and cups “Timmalloys” cherish still?

Does his record offend, do you baulk at the thought

of sustained Celtic glory, that big ugly pot?

Is it cold in his shadow …

does it leave you distraught?

Is it cold in his shadow, does ice course in your veins

at the thought of the kudos big Jock still retains?

How Bill “Shanks” got it right, dubbing his fellow Scot

an immortal, post-Lisbon, Herrera out-thought?

Is it cold in his shadow …

haven’t you lost the plot?

Is it cold in his shadow, will you ever de-frost?

Will your soul never heal, are you forever lost?

When we’re ashes to ashes and dust unto dust,

big Jock’s memory will linger, as linger it must.

Is it cold in his shadow …

are you getting my thrust?

Copyright 25thMay1967, 25th May 2012