Nov 19 2012


Published by at 10:30 pm under Goodbye Poems

Dear Diary, my constant
the sun forbear to shine
and woes are tales of sorrow;
this sorrow’s woefully mine.

You bear my words without a thought,
without complaint you do.
You listen to my hardships
and for that I thank you.

I write now on old pages,
as worn as they may be.
Five years we’ve been companions.
You’ve been a friend to me.

If all else were to fail,
as, soon, it might well do,
I must bid thee a good life hence;
I say goodbye to you.

A last farewell, my brother,
this day has brought my end.
With cursive hand, I bid adieu
Dear Diary, my friend.

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