Until all that Remains is Farewell

It tugs at the heart-strings…

Those in-severable ties

Reinforced, it seems

By life’s little good-byes

When grief runs its river

In tender tear-stream

As keenly we ponder

The end of a dream

How sad to stop living

Before life is spent

To choose futile grieving

And longing’s lament

…when time keeps on turning

A balm in its grasp

To succor our yearning

With what yet must pass

Life tugs at our heart-strings

Its ‘over-and-done’

The ravishing echo

Of love’s cherished song

Live, love and laugh, then

For no one can tell

When we will be ushered

To our last farewell 

© Janet Martin