I regret to advise of the passing of Jean Paul Guilbaud this week
Jean Paul was a keen chess player and one of the foundation members of the Club
An ode is listed hereunder
LIFE’S LAST MOVE
Chess is but a game, they say;
That’s from those who do not know
The complexity of the game.
It’s also no shame to say
That life is also a game we play.
We learn a lot from chess
And I must confess
It often helps me
When things are in a mess.
It’s not just the wicked pleasure we get
When our opponent is under threat.
Each move is carefully planned
The board is closely scanned;
We pray to get it right,
Then sit tight,
While the opponent thinks it through
To avoid the inevitable coup.
Sometimes we get it wrong
And sit and watch the game prolong.
Sometimes, I must confide,
Luck is on our side.
With every move we make
We watch our opponent accept
There’s no piece he can take,
Not even a pawn to intercept.
Another lesson then we have learnt
To prepare for yet another big event.
It’s the same when we move
On life’s own chess board;
We jump from square to square
As though there’s no time to spare
In seeking life’s reward.
And when your Queen is taken
And you realise you are not mistaken
You know that all is not yet lost;
You’re inspired to survive at any cost;
Inspiration steps in
Before you take it on the chin.
We’d like to think that life
Like chess, when you are in strife
Was a game that when at an end
You could set the pieces up again.
As the words “Check Mate” you hear
With the quiet tolling of a bell
You can only hope without fear
That you’ve played the game well.
As friends now gather your life to celebrate
They know there is no room to negotiate
No chance to bargain:
The rules of life do not mislead,
Not even a draw can you concede.
The King lies tipped over the board.
The game cannot begin again.
RIP my great friend!!! You will be sadly missed by all your chess friends