17/06/2026
A cherished and treasured Client wrote this poem about me. I'm humbled and overwhelmed. Thank you Sir đź’ś
The Lovely Cedric
In a world that turns with restless hands,
Where hours fade like whispered sand,
There stands a soul both firm and kind—
Cedric, keeper of heart and time.
A diamond forged in patient fire,
Reflecting truth, untouched by ire,
Each ray of light his spirit bends,
A quiet strength that never ends.
His hands restore what age has worn,
Old clocks reborn, their rhythm sworn,
As if he mends not gears alone,
But fragments of a world undone.
A son whose care is deeply sown,
In silent acts that stand alone,
Through weight and trial, come joy or strain,
He gives his love without refrain.
Upon the stage, another face—
Yet still the same enduring grace,
And in those lights, both bold and true,
He shared that fleeting world with you.
Through storm and calm, through loss and cheer,
A constant voice, forever near,
The one to whom all truths are told,
A bond no passing years can fold.
For friends may come as seasons do,
And drift like morning touched with dew,
But one like him—so rare, so true—
Is born perhaps in ages few.
So let this stand, both word and rhyme:
A friendship carved beyond all time—
For in this life, through all unknown,
You never truly walk alone
Jonathan C.V. Muscat Agius.
