Too Many Good-byes
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Obsolete

 

Oh I'm so, so tired of saying goodbye

 

As we grow older and the poignant moments of

partings begin to pile up, we learn to accept the

natural order of things.

 

My lifetime friend and I have endured saying

goodbye to our grandparents, our parents, and sisters.

 

Now we have said goodbye to the last of our children,

Each one pursuing their dreams at locations

far from their onetime home.  It's natural, it's normal,

But damn it gets old. 

“Buck up you old fool”, I’m told.  “That’s the way

it is”.

Yeah, I suppose it is.

 

 

 

2005 jim kittelberger