Time For A Panegyric
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"I sat on this for about four months before finally loosing into the World. Why, I don't know. But reading some of our old email exchanges one morning told me it was 'the time'. Wherever he is I hope he doesn't take offence to the delay - there was none intended." - Allen Ansell This man I knew was sometimes Overbearing in his views, And sadly quite overweight. He was a mystery to the very end. An extraordinary 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 raconteur 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 relinquish being Gerry Thickett. Rest easy my friend. © Allen Ansell 2022,2023
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