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The Virtuous Man<\/strong><\/p>\n He was wise, there is no doubt, Together they captained a commendable crew, Then he died (it\u2019s coming to us all) the paintings on each wall, the form of every statue, His obituary was fulsome, a respectful chronicle more than seasoned timbers, more vital to the voyage So was it just churlish, before that last hymn, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\nand he was seaworthy
\nbut equally buoyant was his life-giving wife.<\/p>\n
\neverybody knew theirs was a kind ship, well run,
\nand of its like there were few.<\/p>\n
\nhis funeral was on Saturday, and in the church
\nwe sat sadly, surrounded by reminders;<\/p>\n
\nall images depicted there were bearded, earnest and upright,
\nthey could have been his brothers.<\/p>\n
\nof\u00a0 achievement, and his wife was mentioned too,
\nwho was more than his anchor,<\/p>\n
\nthan all the precious cargo,
\nshe held to the horizon and kept their bearings true.<\/p>\n
\nto note that her send off is not
\nlikely to be quite so well referenced?<\/p>\n