Quiet and unassuming was he But with a very high intellect Computations went on behind the eyes At a rate you would never suspect. Partially deaf and short sighted too Yet he swam in big pools of commerce He never gave in to self pity but Accepted that things could be far worse. He was the man to go to for solace or wisdom And was game to join with a crazy plan Even risking his own wealth sometimes He was the very best kind of man. So goodbye good friend and wise councillor I am sorry you had to go Rest easily knowing you have done well And were a man I was fortunate to know. RIP Barry 1933-2022
Tag: Goodbye
Michael Has Gone
Oh how we miss our friends who have gone. We miss them now, we always will but the memories still live on. Sometimes it's right for the suffering to leave And we who are left here alone in confusion can only grieve. My pal was forced into oblivion by mean gods but is with me still he laughs, listens, advises but never complains about his being ill. No engine he could not fix, nothing he couldn't drive sometimes his driving left me feeling quite lucky to be alive! Goodbye my friend, now at last without pain, I won't have a fifty year friendship quite like ours again. Oh how we miss those friends who have gone. We miss them now, we always shall but the memories will live on. Funeral - September 2010
Lollipop Sticks
This frail girl in my lounge was dying
But so grateful now was she
She had made a gift from lollipop sticks
To express her thanks to me.
She had little else to give away
But with some sticks and glue
She made a gift quite special
Because her dream came true.
Her last wish was a family break
In the sun of Spain
And this important moment
Would never come again.
Good people of science had tried
To stem her marauding cells
Even took a limb completely
But still her body swells.
A club of generous men paid
For her and hers to fly
To be together on a distant beach
Before she said goodbye.
How very cruel and senseless
For mean gods to steal
A twelve year old young girl's life
A sentence with no appeal.
At least she had had her wish
Which she craved so much
To lay on a beach with her family
and do without the crutch.
She left behind a little house
made from sticks of wood
A reminder of a chance she gave
to me to do some good.
Rosalind Ward RIP
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