AS ONE DOOR CLOSES
This evening I ended 12 years of service as a Councillor in my village, walking away from the Town Hall with the love and appreciation of fellow Councillors and work companions who have become good friends. We have shared times of great difficulty and celebrated great achievements and I have learned the true meaning of friendship and the value of working for your community and standing up for your rights and beliefs. I would like to thank all who have joined me in this journey. This poem is a reflection on ending one part of my life and looking forward to the next. AS ONE DOOR CLOSES I walk a little lighter, the key jangling large between house and car, used one last time to close the wooden doors on my public duty. A score of years marked time as my children grew to adults, raised on commitment, campaigners all, noble in their fight. I too grew; from a fearful start,...