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(A poem about parting ways with people. It can be sad, but also have some hope. Depends on how you look at it.)
Life is filled with meetings
That we always hear
Yet it has its share of leavings
Which many don’t hold dear
We look at them as bad
Because they make us sad
They are always marked with tears
Which do nothing for our fears
Yet there is help to see
So the tears will let us be
We leave with cherished memory
That put our minds in clarity
On days we look behind
With eyes that are not blind
I hold these times as dear
As I raise a half-done beer
To those I met along the road
Who helped my fear erode
Giving me strength to learn
As my next phase starts to turn




A lovely tribute. I can’t help thinking of friends who moved away or cherished coworkers I still miss after we were all laid off from a job.
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The poem sounds pretty positive to me. Nicely done, Charles.
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I like this one!
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Thanks.
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