No Tears Over Past Goodbyes: A Poem
With a dried out well of silent tears
in sleepless nights and choked up sighs
a sad smile splashed with a bunch of beers
sounds like a recipe for my many goodbyes.
But why does it feel like a TV story
that happened to some other, different dude
with too many reruns to make me feel sorry
just as if conspiring to spoil my rosy mood.
Even those albumed relics all in black and white
don't really look worth reaching for a beer
with something not looking exactly right
with all those goodbyes inspiring for a cheer.
Each signified a start of something new
step forward in life, at times even a leap
although now to be quite honest and true
parts of new path were somewhat steep.
So not much is left to be sad about
while celebrating life has become a habit
that past is coming easy to live without
and joy of Now always close enough for me to grab it.