H e a r t s o n g s
P O E T R Y
FAREWELL
One final look, she turned to see
This place would soon be a memory
For a few years this room was home
Through the halls, she used to roam
Harsh words had been said
Feelings hurt, tears were shed
She packed her bags without a word
No more from her will be heard
Missing now are the friends of mine
All due to a subject line
They said goodbye, not looking back
Life was thrown off track
With a sigh, she turns to go
The light is off, she closes the door
Her back straight, head held high
A final whisper, simply Goodbye

Copyright ©2005  Leah Hall Slootweg


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