Waving Goodbye Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Waving Goodbye



Golden-
Curfews of all
The things you said,
As you
Get ready for
Business,
And comb your
Hair for
Bed
As the rockets are
Mouthing off
To the
Sky;
The sun a
Sunflower in
Her warm
Bed,
And we
Are all
Waving
Goodbye.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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