Eventually you will go on a journey
from which no one returns
except in memory
You will leave projects unfinished
books unread, music unheard
you will want to kiss your children
one more time
and your grandchildren
and friends and lovers
Because there was
a beginning
there will be an ending
For some it will come too early
for others painfully late
wait, wait as long as you can
Remember wet leaves, gold and red
on the windshield of your car
in the fall air
Tell the leaves that you love them
clinging like happy children
enjoying the rain
Go when it is time
as children too must leave—
seeking other comforts, other joys
There will be moments when
all who knew you will remember
how you loved them
There will be such moments
Enjoy thinking about them
Then let them go
This article appears in October 2017 Issue.
