When It’s Time to Say Goodbye

To memories we cling

As they do often bring

The tears and joys

Of yesteryears

And, ’cause it never is easy

To be truly breezy

When it’s time to say

Goodbye.

We shiver in the cold

And lie in wait

For the warmth of a gentle

Summer

But, when it’s time for it to depart

And for the arrival of the snow

We think of the hearth

And the fireside glow

Then, the eyes get moist

And winter wants to know

Why we wish it to go,

We’re heavy of heart

As we see it depart

The winter now warm in memory,

It’s always the same

‘Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose’

The same good old story,

12 / The Show Must Go On

For, it’s never easy to say

Goodbye.

What’s true of seasons is true of life

When we look at warmth, then indifference,

We cry when we’re happy, we do when we’re sad

We speak some sense, then utter nonsense

’Cause, we’re sane and also mad

Colours we change, is that not strange?

Like the sides we take

And somersaults make

Moving from birth to its end,

Shake hands we do

Clasp them tightly

We hug one time and then, pretend

We don’t know who that was, who?

But, friend or foe, it’s a thing of the past

When it’s time to finally go

For nothing we know

Is meant to last

And, so

We’re ‘weepy’ and teary

The mouth all dry

When it’s time to say

Good bye.