Below is the poem ‘Boss’ written by Club President Brian Burke in tribute to Graham Walker.
He would not go gentle into that good night
Because he is Boss and he will fight
While breath is left there is no doubt
He’ll still tell us all it will all pan out
He will not go gentle at the end of day
For in his twenties when told he couldn’t play
The game he loved he didn’t let NO have dominion
Just went ahead and got a second opinion
Skippered both seconds and then first teams
And led legends to success on that field of dreams
And then reshaped the club as millennium loomed
Never listened to naysayers or voices of doom
No he’ll not go gentle as evening falls
Not a man with his guts ... his charisma, his balls
He sorted out crises from rail crash to tsunami
And still had time to head the County and black & amber army
And enjoy the Craic and cigar and beer
With his legion of mates ...
We’re all a broad church here
He will not go gentle out of this life
For the love of his family and Jo his wife
They were his all and for they
Know if love could save he would be here today
No he’ll not go gently from this hospital room
Till he tells us all you may rage but let there be no gloom ...
I loved my life I fought my fight
Time to pick up my torch that burned so bright
And do not feel that dark despair
For at Legends Lane I am still in the air
I am still in your thoughts I am still in your hearts
From my wife, friends and family death cannot part
For I am the Boss, be that wrong or right
And no way will I go quiet into that good night!
BB - 12/1/21
