Adieu

A poem about someone saying goodby to dear friends.

Adieu

 

When I bid adieu

to friends I hold dear

all those loyal few

harbingers of cheer,

 

I'll continue to

smile as though they're here

with their points-of-view

quelling woe and fear.

 

Should my world turn blue,

in my heart they're near

helping me get through.

I shall persevere.

Reviews

[Samuel Jack]

So you never really bid them adieu. I like how you refer to your friends reactions to things when their not there, a good way to look at things from different perspectives. Good poem.

[Aethereal]

Thanks, Samuel! When we're touched by a friend, that touch remains deep inside of us as part of us as a calming and wise spirit to help us deal with what ever confronts us in the future.

[Parsimony]

Positive turn on a usually negative social grace.

[Aethereal]

Thanks, Parsimony! Friendships never really go away because they then become a part of us whereby they subconsciously affect everything that we do as time goes by. Every connection within our universe is never really broken. No matter how far we go from a star, it's gravity still pulls. The past is always impinging on the present, and the future. Every touch is forever.