Golden Stave

These brazen fingers on my lid
are five rules – equal sixty years
A symbol of the things you did
with lots of little clumsy dears

They count to five, as Peto says
and represent the vital hand,
they all diverge to distant parts
but stay connected to the heart

Five lines are all that music needs
to help the world along,
this golden stave trumpets your deeds
Mavis – still sing your song

11th August 1991