Goodbye

One by one the words are chosen

For the story has to be told

A legend of sorts, long forgotten

Borrowed from days of old

The thirsty quill drinks her fill

As the paper awaits her touch

The words are chosen carefully

Knowing that little is much

The poet paints her words of hope

Then seals it with her tears

She puts her paper on top of the shelf

Where it sits for several years

Then once the poem is long forgotten

It sees the light of day

They finally takes it from the shelf

When the poet passes away

She's written the words to say goodbye

To set her spirit free

Left behind for a stranger to read

She's written her eulogy