The Time To Say Goodbye

If all your songs have not yet sang And all your bells are not yet rang And your footsteps did not make trails It's not yet time to rip your sails If all your winds did not yet blow And all your lights did not yet glow And there's a crumple on your sleeve It's not yet time for you to leave If your fires did not yet burn And all your stones did not yet turn And all your shades are crossed in stripes The time to fade is not yet ripe But when your cups are all in gold And all your tricks have all been sold And there's a rainbow in your sky It is the time to say goodbye 8 syllables per line Format: rhyming couplet *This came to my mind the other day while feeding my goats. For my mother who is battling stage 3 breast cancer and for myself battling early stage of diabetes and onset of kidney and stomach diseases, confined on the mountains while finding herbal medication while doing online teaching job. And for all who are on the verge of losing their hope to live. Cheer up! The only time we die is when we stop breathing.*