His grip was strong
and his eyes twinkled,
he was pleased to see me.
Alan Bainbridge, friend and
mentor with a vocal delivery
that thundered, now reduced
to an incoherent whisper.
I recall something he said
the last time we lunched.
'It's a bugger getting old'
It certainly is Al pal,
it certainly is.
jerry hughes
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