Michael

I was told by a friend that her friend's partner had died. He wasn't someone I had met but I had heard plenty about him over the years. Would I write something for him. Well, I didn't know him., etc. Okay, I'll see what I can do.
And now it might be read at the Catholic Cathedral in Portsmouth at the funeral. It's a strange feeling.


Michael

The world enjoys some showmanship, bravado,
A challenge to reticence done with style.
There’s no point having rules if you obey them
And the way it’s done defines the man.

We know that everything is temporary,
That even kings can only briefly reign.
Some go bravely, unwilling to concede it,
And fly south forever into the sun.