How sad it is to bid goodbye
To close the door and wonder why
The past is never far behind
It lingers long upon the mind
And carries on its tethered wings
The burden of forgotten things.
I thought with time I might forget
Those moments bearing deep regret
To be so sorry for the day
I should have said don’t go away,
But you are gone and time will tell
We had no chance to say farewell !
How can it be that we grow old
And watch our lives as they unfold
Yet never note how all this change
Has come about, I find it strange.
Our mind has eyes that do not see
Enslaved by greed we are not free
While hearts that love are left alone
To build foundations stone by stone.
Where is the joy in how we live,
Who owns the gift we do not give ?
Children, children, they start out small
Quickly growing and getting tall
Children with vision in their eyes
They dream vistas great with surprise.
To find their way in all this joy
What is it that we must employ,
What kind of future will they see
As part of their own destiny ?
What glowing visions there would be
If dreaming were reality !
I do not wish to live in fear
I cannot see the sense
I’d will the terror disappear
Such thoughts are too intense.
I do believe God would agree
I’ll speak for the defense
His love will keep us safe and free
We are His innocents.
Claire V. Bogdanos 