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the last good-bye

Disregard September’s lasting day, its simplicity long foretold, 
As the sound of summer has past us by, into the crisp and radiant fall;
Come hold this mirror to a ray of light, and pass the moment on,     
When in the hint of a calming breeze, is held the lost good-bye

Forever leaves of a brighter shade have fallen from there boughs,
While overhead October waits to softly steal by; 
For opportunities are gone to soon, and change as mornings past 
Like the worth of days, trapped in that sweet good-bye 

Man senses November and its desolate hours in a fog of its own regret,
When the sun could not cool the night, nor the moon give warmth to day;
We are caught in the measure of simple words, tied to hope and wonder
That speaks of a last good-bye

Wrapped tight in the cold of December, bound to the rhythm of life,
Gone to solitudes isolation and the sadness of that forgotten farewell,
Sacrificed to the wind that winter holds, bound to a memory past
Intent to hear of our last good-bye

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  1. Date: 3/6/2013 2:04:00 PM
    Your poem is deep Mark, enjoyed the last four lines the most... hope change comes with better opportunities... excellent poem..LINDA

    Norton Avatar Mark Norton
    Date: 3/8/2013 10:12:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    thanks linda, in our live's there is so little opportunity to get out of life just what we want, sometimes we work to get on in life and in the end we are no further then we were when we started. oh well, i guess there always tomorrow. your words were vary sweet. hope if i can to read a poem of yours. love mark