They Leave

A dubious foray into poetry on the eve of rather impending doom in the form of standardized examination.

He did his job, and now they go

Away away to better things:

They start out strong, they laugh, they drink

Sucked into stories serendipitously told

They twirl their hair, and look somewhere and focus the sun in on his hair

We fasten on this moment here:

The sun, the life, we will prevail

Over the barricades will soar

Of love and grief, of lost content, of lonely hours that exist

Of thoughts and feelings deep inside,

Her melancholy smile hidden in hid eyes so far obscured, so deep within, he is content this moment here.

But moments pass, the tea grows cold, the sun does set

They must go soon, to real men, to better things to far off lands and pastures green

He knows now- and lets them go

Adieu my friends, adieu the life, adieu the moments and sun

Until I’m needed yet again I shall stay here , oh yes nowhere, preparing to be left again.