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A good and gentle man, has

left the world today
In a time, when so few of them
remain

He was a fine and kindly gentleman

from another era
who always knew, what the true

game

was all about

It was about - spreading cheer

and being near

the ones you love

and being of service to humanity,
with grace and hospitality

And he always did it with flare

and a galloping

twinkle
in his eyes,

with a touch of Cockney Humour

That was your mark,

my friend
Oh Yes – that was your mark

It was a mark – of true class

And as for that sort of thing,

you either
have it in your

bones – or you don’t

And you, dear Freddie – you had it

in spades

A shining kindred spirit, you were

to me;
A lovely man who loved

humanity, no less
than I do

Even - with all of its imperfections
Its frailty
Its heartache

And it’s never-ending cycle of renewal

Yes - A touch of class you were

Old Freddie Boy
A touch of class you were – beyond measure

A man who gave as good
as he got,
when it came to smiles

and laughter

In a world of never-ending tears

O’ friend, I have long since
lost count,
of all those gloomy London mornings
that you warmed to being

bearable
With your Cockney smile

O’ friend, Who is going to sing me

Frank Sinatra,
when the gloom of those slush-filled

streets return
And we’re all feeling low again?

And what glorious star will brighten my day

and lift me

to the heights of Jupiter
by singing - “Fly me to the moon”

When the gloom
and grey
of those dreadful winter days

return again?

And who but who, can sing it like you
O’ Freddie Boy?

Not even old Franky

himself,

could belt out illumination across the sky

like you

And neither could he illuminate

our souls

the way you did

And as for this loss

of ours,

there

are no words...

One who has lost a father
and mother,
That one - we call an orphan

One who has lost

a wife,

That one - we call a widower

One who has lost

a husband,

That one - we call a widow

But what fine word do

we have,

For that one - who has lost a friend?

Here - every language of the earth

is silent

For there are no words

It is a low

hollow

emptiness,

That has no name.

That said, old friend - we raise our glass to you

Here’s to you, Old Freddie Boy… You filled our hearts

with song

And I know you’re out there

somewhere,

Playing among the stars

But down here

on earth,

We’re all gonna miss you.

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