Friday, December 4, 2009

To an old freind

It hurts to say goodbye to you
Knowing it's the last time,
Knowing you won't remember anyhow.
The times we sat together
Talking for hours
About nothing at all.
You would ask me if I'm happy,
I'd say yes,
And you'd tell me
That's the most important thing.
I wondered if you were happy
And you'd simply reply
You couldn't complain.
You'd listen to the radio
Sitting in your recliner day after day
Listening to the obituaries to see
If you'd passed away.
And as I sit and think about it
I know tomorrow you'll be sad
To realize you are gone.
It's your time.
You worked so hard all those years
And now you can finally rest.
I'll miss you Opa.
As leaves fall,
Leading to winters of discontent
I know the bulbs you planted will bloom,
And your legacy will be the flowers.


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1 comment:

CB said...

Very nice my friend! B.