In Plymouth's cradle he first drew breath, Seventh decade now whispers time's stealth, From Bristol's streets in blue he trod, A thirty-year liaison with law and God. Katy, his heart, in healing immersed, Three daughters, the legacy they nursed. In business's dance for years twenty-eight, With measured steps, he shaped his fate. A lens through life, eclectic, profound, Level-headed, where wisdom's found. No pushover, his opinions bright, A guiding star in work and light. Seventy years, a tapestry grand, Woven with care, by a steady hand.