It's the end of a lot of things
No longer see the laughing faces of the children
No longer hear the voices sing as one
Or the instruments blending
Some old friends go away
They leave, this is the end
But they come back some days
To hear that song again
No longer apart
On the edge
Just listening and feeling
Remembering what they were
The children grow older
Seems like yesterday
games and crafts
songs and shouts
Now they're grown
They've gone away
And so have I
Author notes
Just had a day where a bunch of things are ending. That day of the year, Band and Choir's last concert, last day I'm helping out with the Sparks (Two levels lower than girl guides). Just one of those things.
Written June 2nd, 2005
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