A not-so-old man just passed away.
He was a composer of renown. . .
Decomposing in the ground.
He’s my namesake; flamed out, it’s a great shame.

He wrote and wrote film scores every day.
His career was long. . .musical flair;
For flicks, he wrote more than his share.
I have the same name as this guy of fame.

“Ipcress File,” “Born Free,” “My Life,” and “Chaplin,”
“Boom!” “Goldfinger,” Russian “Love,” “They All Died [Laughing],”
“A View to a Kill,” “Eleanor and Franklin,”
“The Specialist,” “The Betsy,” “Public Eye.”

“[The Glass] Menagerie,” “Locust, the Day,”
“Moonraker,” “Stella Star,” “Chase,” “Svengali,”
“[You] Only [Live] Twice,” “Tamarind Seed,”
“Body Heat,” “Night Games,” “Deadfall,” “Death, the Game.”

“Somewhere in Time,” “[Dr.] No,” “Raise the Titanic,”
“Thunderball” and “Across the Sea of Time,”
“Cotton Club,” “Octopussy,” “The Deep,” “Hammett,”
“The Man with the Golden Gun,” “Hearts of Fire.”

“The Last Valley,” “Killing Affair,”
“Diamonds are Forever,” “Swept from the Sea,”
“Corn Is Green,” “Hanover Street.”
Though my namesake flamed out. . .lives on, his fame.