For Boxer

Bowl of jellied eels
Jellied eels by Footballbooks (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
 I wrote this poem last summer for a work colleague who really should ease up but on whom lots of us rely, daily.

 

Not tall, but sturdy
London born. Not quite
A Cockney.

Unremarkable maybe except for
That quiet determination,
Hard as granite, soft as shit

Your sentimentality
Like jellied eels
A backbone in the mush.

A dying breed
But don’t be dying,
We need your help, as always.

Your achievements chiseled from
Honest dignity and care;
You’re always there.

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