"With my head buried in my hands and with trickles of tears rolling down my face, this poem is all I could give to my heroes retiring today (30th June 2011) "
It is time to be old to take a sail;
To the shore from the deep blue waters;
Where the tides are strong and high;
To seek a place green and calm;
For these senescent nerves to perch.
It is time to abandon the rudder.
And reef this sail no more,
For the blissful shore is near.
And thy voice thence is clear,
That this ship finally will dock.
With faith that comes of self-control,
The truth that never can be proved,
We shed these tears but not in fear,
That thou would leave and we might sink,
But for our parts that you take with you.
We'd hold the brief while you are gone.
Dance and rejoice for your bliss has come.
The God of bounds sets high your sky,
That your height shall know no bound.
And beyond this yonder cloud,
Your life is again anew!
