Here to Say Goodbye

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Here to Say GoodbyeShe picks them late ev'ry Springties their stems with simple stringand lays them in a woven basketwalks out at the bloom of daylightthinks back on porch kisses and hayridesbottled now in a hardwood casketand the cool breezes of dawnare melancholly dirgesit feels as if morning is gonejust as it emergesthe question in her prayer may not be loudbut in the sky it echoes a mighty shoutshe kneels until noon is no longer highasking is morning just here to say goodbyehe labored long in harvest fieldshoping the years would give their yieldand soon they'd spend what they'd been savin'now tomorrows they'd planned togetherwere gone on shiny, moonlit feathersof regret's midnight ravenwith no future to dream ofmem'ries are the richest pensionslife is a temple of loveand time is the toll at the entrancethere's fool's gold and real and most want their sharebut maybe all gold is foolish and wisemen just don't carecos life can't wait on wealth and she knows whysilver and gold are just here to say goodbyeshe lays flowers by his stoneand though he's just teeth and bonesone thing her husband knows isa bouquet in a basket,can't turn a hardwood casketinto a bed of rosesand like his old home used to bethis one is chilly and woodenbut the window of eternityreveals what his farmhouse couldn'tfaith in light far beyond the galaxyis no foggy shape of dreams or fallacyit may seem like dawn the hour we diebut we're not here just to say goodbye(c)2005 Robert George