You slip out like you’ve not been a part of me – every single day.
There is another waiting to take your place, but we know it’s not quite the same.
There were those before you and those that come after. Some more special than the others but all important in some way.
’70, ’74 and ’84 come to mind quickly and bring a smile. Others come just as fast to mind but bring with them tears.
I hate to see you go, - I’m glad there is more to come.
So take with you the pain that was a part of what you are and leave behind only that which made a difference – made me smarter, made me wiser, made me kinder, made me happy.
Auld Lang Syne – though it be a lifetime, is not so long, long ago.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
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