I TEND TO GET ATTACHED
Tears
Fears
From Yesteryears
People come and go
I tend to get attached
Weakness perhaps
Me nonetheless
I miss those of you
Who have moved on
Wish you well
Abundant blessings
A smooth path to travel
Each one
Has left a unique imprint upon my soul
Forever etched within me
May God guide your instincts
A part of you goes with me always
Go in peace
My dear friends
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006
