I have sat on this for about four months.  Why, I don't know.  But reading some of our old email exchnages this morning told me it was 'the time'. Werever he is I hope he doesn't take offence to the delay - there was none intended.


This man I knew was sometimes
Overbearing in his views,
And sadly quite overweight.
He was a mystery to the very end.
An extraodinary senior Civil Servant
Who took on every career task
With boundless confidence and flair.
A father once to two young men
Permanently scarred by the loss of one,
Ceaselessly proud of the other.
Difficult to live with for sure -
Even that way with his wife
Who long suffered much the same
As the carer to his dying mother.
A ranconteur to the living end
Regurgitating his lively chapters
In sunny Sunday Tea-time chatters
Beneath some bright Dordogne skies.
Did I say difficult to live with?
But I should add: Nevertheless a friend,
Who disclosed so many of his secrets
Such as having no fear of death -
More to fear from being in the grip
Of doctors, or  worse,  God forbid,
Hospitals and dreaded nursing homes.
His fate was the latter, where
He finally received a ticket
To relenquish being Gerry Thickett.
Rest easy my friend.



© griffonner 2022,2023



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Written on 2023-04-11 at 10:16

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Lose of friend is hard,
Sometimes writing about it in verse.
Can have a cathartic on us,
Sorry to hear he's shed his mortal coil.
Your poem did him proud.
Regards Alan

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
You have honored the man, Allen.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
The rich tapestry of lives that have passed, sorry for your loss.

Elle x

Nathalia The PoetBay support member heart!
I am so sorry for your loss.

Well written. 🌹