Monday, November 30, 2009


Well, here we are
Standing around
Twiddling our thumbs
And looking down
Both a little afraid
To break the awkward silence

We've got places to go
Things to see
Neither involving you and me
It's time to press on
To live life on our own

We acknowledge the times
The giggles, the tears
Our hopes and dreams
And also our fears

We then shake hands
-With a smile-
And walk away


short and tall said...


mom said...

Was this about the farewell you attended, or something else?