It’s the wind that stops blowing,
it’s the birds that fly away.
It’s the peaceful spirit,
that’s leaving today.
It’s the horns blowing loud,
it’s the trumpets sounding clear.
It’s the echos in the distance,
of the harp strumming near.
It’s the memories of my existence,
flashing in the sky.
It’s the visions of my life,
now “saying goodbye”.
james roddy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saying-goodbye-8/
