I’m sorry Derek I should have told you this before, not left it till the end
These words are meant for you not as a client more as a friend
Our paths crossed many years ago when you needed a helping hand
After some gentle persuasion you agreed to join our little band

There were moments when you had to retreat and shut yourself away
Several times I would have to call to make sure you were OK
When you managed to venture out and emerge from your gloom
You were like a flower in the summer, bursting with colour and in full bloom

I smile when I remember the happy times we had
You had a heart of gold, a cheeky grin and your jokes were always bad
I’ve come to say goodbye and to pay my last respects
If I suddenly start to smile I hope no one objects