Farewell
By Ruth Y. Nott
Copyright 1980
A brief hello, you touch my hand.
Your eyes aglow, you understand.
No words spoken, none need to be,
for smiles are tokens our hearts can see.
For forty years you've held my hand.
Through joy and tears, you've been my man.
Now death draws near and we must part -
Too soon the braking of my heart!
My love, good-bye...The time has come.
My soul must fly into the sun.
Recall the bliss, the joy-filled years,
and my last kiss must dry your tears!
