So you’re gone
What does that mean?

No more devil’s advocate at the dinner party?
No more the golf course smarty?

Gone, the wry sardonic smiles?
Gone, the attractive masculine wiles?

Where now the intrepid voyager’s lust?
Turned forever into dust?

Left us, the market research star?
The life and soul of the CA bar?

The dinghy sailor extraordinaire?
Gone, just because you’re no longer there?

The body is a feckless friend
Deserts us all, in the end

But in our minds and in our hearts
And old friend, never departs

The body now your spirit frees
To sail forever eternity’s seas

But know Clive, wherever your spirit may roam
In us all it will always have a home

© Joanne Ross – January 26th 2000