Aviator’s Farewell - 2024

​As you take wing to land of rising sun,
So do its rays blot out our Western skies.
To deserve being left: what have we done?
Lord of the cocktail glass, generous and wise,
You have imprinted your mark on us,
And now to ventures electric you go.
To your health we raise our glass thus,
And are glad that you we got to know.