No Tears Over Past Good-Byes: A Poem
Long ago dried out well of silent tears
sleepless nights and choked up sighs
a sad smile splashed with few beers
picture of so many past good-byes.
And now it feels like just another TV story
that happened to some other different dude
with too many reruns as to make me feel sorry
just as if conspiring to spoil my habitual rosy mood.
Even those albumed relics in black and white
don't really look worth reaching for that beer
it's only that something doesn't look right
with those goodbyes to inspire cheer.
Each signified a start of something new
a step forward, at times even a leap
although to be honest and true
the path was always steep.
Not much is left to be sad about
as celebrating life has become habit
the past is coming easy to live without
and joy of present close enough to grab it.