Wistful poem #812

Intimations on immortality

My Daddy's idol died today
A man he paid to watch him play
A man so blessed he could rob Banks
A man possessed, who sailed then sank
I knew this man through history
Then saw him wither in my teens
I saw the famous highlight reels
I saw him red, he swore and keeled
I never saw him green and young
But saw his son, just having fun
That daddy's face is on my wall
A man, who seemed so hard to fall
I wear his shirt, today, by luck
I'll keep it on, to give a fuck

Could this have been a different song,
If George knew where it all went wrong?
Some answers we will never know,
Still, I will text a TV show.