Whet e’er becomes of the essence <br />of the things they used to be, <br />some parts are laminated <br />in their loved ones’ memory. <br />For those interred, their nutrients <br />may smile out from the graveyard tree <br />And those whose ash blows o’er the land <br />may drift back on some summer breeze. <br />And whether or not their spirit <br />finds the light and leaves the dark <br />In the hearts of those they leave behind <br />Each one will leave their mark. <br />However we remember those <br />whose absence clouds our eye, <br />Just colour them with fondness <br />When you say that last goodbye.<br /><br />Danny Reynolds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/004-a-farewell-for-old-friends-and-family/
