My Lasting Minutes

A mining man, steadfast and true,
With veins of grit and skies of blue.
From South Africa’s soil to Aussie sands,
You carved your fate with calloused hands.

A soldier once, at eighteen bold,
Your heart was forged in discipline’s mould.
Yet life’s sharp edges, though often unfair,
Have never dimmed your determined glare.

A husband, devoted, to Maggie dear,
Through thirty strong years, love held near.
Two fine sons, a legacy bright,
Your beacon of hope in the darkest night.

Collector of lamps, with history’s gleam,
Each one a story, a miner’s dream.
Builder of websites, thinker profound,
A lover of knowledge where wisdom is found.

ADHD whispers, a whirlwind in mind,
Yet in its chaos, brilliance you find.
Though career paths turned rough and steep,
Your spirit roars, your promise you keep.

Toward the mine manager’s coveted crest,
You aim with resolve, refusing to rest.
Not for fame or fleeting gain,
But for a future, secure and plain.

A faith unshaken, in Father and Son,
You strive with grace till the race is won.
For flaws may linger, as they always do,
But love and resolve see the best in you.

So here’s to you, Gazza, with heart sincere,
May your journey be bold, your vision clear.
For in the depths of earth or the heights of sky,
Your legacy stands, unshaken, nigh.