The working day cut short just like a life.
The phone call from Mother - Can I drive there
And keep her company in case the wife
Becomes a widow? And she sounded scared.
Geoff’s health declining - seems he hadn’t fared
Well last night - only hours left, they thought.
I’m pleased to say, although wired up in bed
To banks of machines, I can still report
That he’s fighting, still holding on, not bought
It yet. Come on Geoff, push away the scythe,
You walker, swimmer and ping pong player,
And show them what you’re made of. Battles fought
In World War Two inspire you now to strive
Till your longest day dawns. This is our prayer.
Thur 10 Apr 2008
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