25 Nov '06 14:00>
Remember me not for my pleasant manner neither wit no charm did I embrace. Remember my time on this mortal coil for a different kind of grace. The Royal game, the chess board it turned me in to a god. For doing the only thing that ever felt right, I still find it rather odd.
Not for me the normal life, business or merchant banker. The only place I was truly a home was across the board from Capablanca.
We fought like tigers tooth and claw many battles did we endure. Sweet success is all I craved the taste so sweet and pure.
Remember me not for friendship or political decision but remember my games filled with grace, guile and tactical vision.
The immortal game continues although I’m sadly gone but as long as there’s a chess board my memory will go on and on.
A poem by Jay Thomas 2006. ( dedicated to Alexander Alekhine)
Your thoughts please.
Not for me the normal life, business or merchant banker. The only place I was truly a home was across the board from Capablanca.
We fought like tigers tooth and claw many battles did we endure. Sweet success is all I craved the taste so sweet and pure.
Remember me not for friendship or political decision but remember my games filled with grace, guile and tactical vision.
The immortal game continues although I’m sadly gone but as long as there’s a chess board my memory will go on and on.
A poem by Jay Thomas 2006. ( dedicated to Alexander Alekhine)
Your thoughts please.