Moving On
We live in an inviting place
Sharing space and joy with others
Then it's time to move again.
Movers remorse joins us as we pack.
But, finally we do it, and depart,
Leaving more than things behind:
A part of ourselves stubbornly holds on.
Sadness is our link to that old place
Until we realize that we left it
With more than we brought:
New friends and visual memories
We would have missed entirely
Had we not had the desire and, yes,
The will to try something new.
Life is constant accumulation,
Adding riches from people and places,
Even during brief periods of time,
Each weaving bright threads
Into the fabric of our lives.
We move on with the fond hope
That we, too, have left a lingering glow.
Charles B. Neff
June 6, 2014
You, Sir, clearly have a beacon!
Blessings,
Chris
i love that line. true in every way.
But today with the use of the Internet, old friends can be found (or found to be gone). I recently found a teacher from 1951. How great is that?! Yes, life is a journey, and some of us need new locations and new friends to complement (and compliment!) our lives. Well done, Charles.
Ron
Great poem!
Sandie
good one