I understand why you feel betrayed,
why you can’t stay any longer,
why you don’t feel safe
in a country ravaged by hate.
It has fallen far beneath the one
you and I once believed was true,
the one you and I thought we knew.
As you fly away to begin anew,
to begin a new adventure,
to begin in a new life in a new country,
those of us who love you,
those of us you leave behind,
hold this gift of friendship high,
as we also hold our breaths.
We wonder what you will learn,
what you will discover in your new land,
what tomorrow will bring
for those of us,
who stay behind
to live each day
in this familiar zone
of divisive uncertainty,
in a country we still love,
as our forefathers
and foremothers did,
all of us that much
closer to midnight.
For my friend, who is beginning a new life today. He will remain nameless.
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All the best to you friend in his new life.
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Thank you, Carol. Love you!
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Love you too.
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your heart’s lamenting touched a deep place in my soul… both joy and loss
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I thought that might happen when you read it. Hugs, Garry.
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There isn’t much more to say. Your poem expresses your anger and sadness well.
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Thank you for reading it, Tom.
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Touching and sad. Good luck to your friend.
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Thank you, Diana 😊
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