This Is How It Goes! ! Poem by Becky Ginn

So this is how it goes
We once found ourselves looking here for an escape
Talking about the great things we had in our lives
I check back every now and then
Thinking back on trials we managed to survive.

So this is the end of the road
Where time no longer stands still
There was no answer within the bode
Just short moments we found ourselves fulfilled.
We’ve imparted on the times we’ve instilled.

I wrote this knowing it would have been a good-bye
This was a trial not meant to survive
And the poet wont cry because on these lines the words have cried.
The heart holds more than one’s own pride
On these lines they’ve held tears cried.

So this is how it goes.
When the new turns to the old
So Cheers with Jamison we’ll wash the cares away
And play with our hearts made of clay
Because as long as it’s masked, then it cant break.

So this is how to goes
When you’ve let go
You just stop yourself from going
The fact of never knowing
Where you went.