When I'm crying at someone's funeral
And I try to hide my streaming eyes there
I'm weeping for every man, woman, child..
For death is neither special nor rare.
When saying goodbye at path's turning
Where one of our roads must part
There's a palpable aching deep inside..
It's taking a piece of my heart.
If I never get the chance to say goodbye
It won't change a thing; all was beauty
Remembered with the faith of no regrets
All filled with joy, never once mere duty.
The deepest hurt comes from not being able to say goodbye eye to eye, face to face, heart to heart and truth to truth. but the true realization really lies within us, fopr if we miss someone then they must have made some sort of impact in our lives. The sweet memory is a reminder that everything that was meaningful remains and in this way a goodbye isnt necessary. a simple prayer or conversation will keep the lines open for us someday
very true we never get to say good bye yet i feel death is a good relief
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I would like to translate this poem
I like it. Neatly and humbly distributes three concepts in three stanza. A bit sad, too. Good morning, Patti!