The Brass Plate

The letters on the brass plate were all but worn away

Which was somewhat rather poignant for its message to display

Solicitor Arthur Tunbridge would leave the firm today

After forty years of service it was time to leave the fray

 

It was not something of choosing just the march of steadytime

So the time had come to say goodbye to the daily life ofcrime

In truth he would have stayed here and worked until the end

The people that he worked with were all he knew as friend

 

So he said the cheerful goodbyes, accepted the gold watch

He passed up on the bubbly but took a small neat scotch

Then time came folks were leaving though for him the doorheld dread

He had never thought about this time and knew not what layahead

 


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