I write poems for what lies close to my heart:
Sometimes when I’m happy, sometimes when sad,
Sometimes because loved ones have to depart
And good times are no longer to be had.
But time has its idiosyncrasies
And our past merges with the future,
Maybe fleeting moments will make us see
This leave-taking a fresh meeting nurtures.
There are many things left to do, feel, see;
But Time, it seems, has run so very short,
So I wish you many good things to be,
Many people who should love you a lot.
In time, as you look back at times we had,
Seek the Evening Star and be glad.