Lower the curtain on life

Open the door to memory

not unchanging, but over the years to whiter


Time bleaches out hate, the bad

the ordinary


From arms embracing

to embrace of pine

Loves enfolding never leaves

even as you slipped from our grip


Enter stage right

Exit stage left

No audience, footlights, encore

a life with no glory

No fame

No following


Only three of us here to remember you

but a life of duty, virtue, honour


lived in private, loved the same

devoted to few


Devoted we remain


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