If you’d have died yesterday,
maybe I could have mourned you
in an appropriate way;
but, having died over fifteen years ago,
I cannot pretend to do just so.
And, anyway, although I knew your name,
I was not actually acquainted with the rhyme and reason for your fame.
So, a little bit late, with no excuses,
I mourn your passing –
which event (as per this poem)
still has its uses.
Graeme Sandford 