As I walk away
With goodbyes still echoing in my ears
I smile with a frown
Knowing that each passing minute
hour
day
month
and year
As others hear the same goodbyes
my name will fade into stories of “Remember when…”
Then to “What was his name…”
Because we all fade away
We all
fade
away...
You will be missed.
ReplyDeleteYour huge laugh will ring in memory.
Your prints will remain on the board.
Your voice will still echo in the hallway.
Your light will just shine down another corridor as it fades in the old.
But please remember sir, you will be missed.