One
day
this
picture of happiness,
of
family gathering
will
be no more.
One
day
we
will gather again
but
instead of joy
there
will be sorrow.
One
day
there
will be a passing,
someone
will be gone
and
the rest will mourn.
I
don’t
want
to think in such a way
but
as I watch everyone
grow
up and grow old.
I
know
that
the time will come
where
we’ll be saying
hello
as we say goodbye.
One
day.
1 comment:
I've experienced death recently and the saying goodbye is easier than the living on. Great poem and so realistic!
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