tacenda: a book of poems

iv

I stand tall and proud

“Time to grow up,” they say

Soon we’ll be leaving

But now I just want to stay

No matter how hard I try

Never thought I’d be crying

When it’s time to say goodbye

But this is part of living

Broken paths w tried to mend

Memories we tried to make

Opportunities we had to take

I thank you for all this – my friend

And now it’s almost the end

Soon we will shout and cry

Never forget me my friend

Even when we say our goodbye