More Reflections on Clive James
He’ll remain in our hearts for evermore.
Clive James is an Australian author and poet par excellence.
He had to die yet to the end;
he wouldn’t falter or would bend;
now gone, lingers on;
maybe he’s just gone to the john.
Or else he’s somewhere watching us,
on a tram or a bus,
wherever he is, there’s one thing for sure,
he’ll remain in our hearts for evermore.
Warts and all, he’d rise and fall,
yet Clive stood tall
In the end, he reminisced on life and death
until his last breath.
A man of mighty wit and prose,
it was in the UK that he rose
to prominence and fame,
yet this Aussie lad stayed the same.
With his accent, sardonic ways,
poetry, and excellent essays,
he was just the boy from Kogarah,
with a complete stop and no comma.
His wistful tone of words and rhyme
counted days before his time,
and in irony, before he died
he…
