It appears to me that the times just fly
And so like the wind, seem to pass us by
With a gentle nudge and a fond farewell
Without as much as a brief kiss and tell !
Thus having spent my last remaining days
Safe in the arms of past forgotten ways
Like memories of a familiar place
Or the lost vision of some cherished face.
Soon we arrive at the departure date
The time grows short and the hour’s grown late
We must say our goodbyes without ado
Knowing I have left all my love for you !
Claire V. Bogdanos 