On Partng Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos

In moments of parting,
many say the same thing,

they say the words good bye,
words that they stand by,

to one much still here,
to one whom we inter,

that, in meaning, differ,
from one to the other,

the first, for the moment,
the second, permanent,

many would say so long,
they consider not wrong,

but term it no more chic,
claim it is archaic,

some hint at compromise,
lay it down in this wise:

to save the words good bye
for those henceforth will die,

good bye and see you soon
to those here yet live on.

All these seem confusing,
not at all convincing,

these are all lame logic
from mind melancholic.

© FLQ March 10,2014