Paul Gerard Reed


My Tribute To Wogan - Poem by Paul Gerard Reed

The radio would crackle with his banter
When the skies were cold and black
He got me to work on a Monday
When my thoughts were for turning back

He kept me smiling with that Irish brogue
And his tales of Janet and John
When I felt like coming to a halt
He kept me moving on

The letters from his 'other listener'
And various other comments absurd
Music that he knew I'd enjoy
And some that I'd never heard

He steered me into a happy zone
And into waters calmer
With his funny tales about the 'DG'
And Walthamstow Swimmerama

So farewell and bon voyage to Sir Terry
My Monday mornings will never be
Quite the same again without you
I only have podcasts on my MP3

To remind me of the great broadcasts
That you made in the nineties and noughties
That steered me into my fifties
From my thirties and my forties

Topic(s) of this poem: love


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2016



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