[POEM] – No More Tears

As you leave for greener pastures,

Tears flow down the cheeks at your departure.

The migrating bird flutters its wings,

Over for it, is the season to sing.


The Bentley turns around the corner

Disappears from sight, now and forever.

I shall miss your nudge and touch,

For our friendship, others could vouch.


But since the ‘Sea of Gold’ is at a distance,

Leave for it right now, this instance.

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