The Song

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A poem about letting go
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There is one last hurdle
There is one last cry
If I can make it through this song
Then I can truly say goodbye
If it doesn’t hurt my heart , If I’m left with a grin
Remembering the laughter and of course delicious sin
The song is over and my eyes are dry
We had our moment and a sweet good-bye

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meetmrwinkymeetmrwinkyabout 2 months ago

Oh wow that's lovely! Nice work!

Renaldo3kRenaldo3k2 months ago

Such a sweet and sad poem

Hotcoffee123Hotcoffee1232 months agoAuthor

Thank you Frodo,

Your comments mean the world to me

FrodovFrodov2 months ago

* applauding *

Isn’t it amazing how our minds latch onto some songs? They connect us to certain times and events… and yes… some people. When you hear them played you can be transported right back to that moment or moments in time and everything going on with it. And while it’s not always a happy thing being remembered, it can be and often is the good parts that we remember most fondly in the end. And if you end up smiling through the tears… it’s still worth the memory… and we love the songs that bring them to us.

Keep at it my friend. You have so much more in you to share.

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