Until the parting gifts of us
are profferred and accepted thus
do tears begin to roll and fall
and soften hardened hearts of all
with withered glances wetted plump
and farewell hands begin to pump.
Wry the smiles of departing friends
with secret plans of their own ends,
they watch the turn-about clean-heeled
and exit prior to deeds revealed.
The talk returns of good times past
and how we thought they’d always last
but they are moments fleet, alive
which whilst the present, consume our life
soon turn to vapour in meagre days
and fade from mind in subtle ways
and ease when newer reasons rise
which suck the tears from bleary eyes.

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