You are the master of wit,
storyteller’s storyteller
A rare book of rare words,
impish grin and wily tricks,
quiet lines and lasting looks
But wow, you pissed me off
Then, before I understood;
earned a few greys myself
Devil’s advocate of debate,
you challenge us to think,
to learn and do; create ourselves
to know when joy is enough
And still you imbue wisdom
but now we can as well
we, your protégés, bickering back
egging you on for more.


*For Bill G. and all who knew him.

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