Next time, he said, his face a grin <br />we'll meet up there, unless you sin <br />too much. How many did you say <br />ten thousand miles to Coral Bay? <br /> <br />My days of travelling, they are done <br />though I would love that Southern sun, <br />he shook my hand, that was his style <br />and then we stood, a little while, <br /> <br />pretending that the cloudless sky <br />was fascinating. Well, good bye! <br />He said it, turned on silent heels. <br />I am not sure just how it feels <br /> <br />and have forgotten all about <br />that moment when a single shout <br />might have arranged a hug and squeeze <br />instead I listened to the wheeze <br />of an asthmatic with his puffer. <br />I guess they built the oldies tougher. <br />He's up there, I suppose with God. <br />Farewell, I guess, you were so odd.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-good-bye/
