Pomp and Circumstance-Richard Cahill
Oh what Pomp and Circumstance
in what I saw today.
I visited Buckingham Palace
and slowly maneuvered my way
as close as I could get.
And right in front of the central gate
there was someone special I met.
Not the Queen or the Prince
but a British Constable
who was doing his job of clearing the way
in a manner so refined.
His name was Richard Cahill.
Doing this work for a year and a half
he repeated these phrases over and again.
'Move over, keep walking, C'mon this is the way'
with more regularity than Big Ben.
And still Richard found the time
to be pleasant to those that spoke with him.
One of those was myself, a poet from the USA.
He memorized my name while still alert on the job.
So I dedicate this poem I'm writing and
I can honestly say.
'Richard, my friend, I'll remember visiting
Buckingham Palace mostly because of you.
All that Pomp and Circumstance occurs smoothly
because of the great job you do.
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