A Frontline Farewell

A sonnet bidding farewell to our seniors

Goodbye is a word which we find so hard

When uttered to those special few who chose

to be alongside us and as Vanguards

grew minds like fields all set in tender row

Although it means for them new hopes and dreams

of free time and of opportunity

to do the things viscous and sweet as cream

to do for them peace and tranquility

It means the time we shared means that much more

For finite stock makes hands grasp eagerly

To catch a piece or moment which to store

Forever scribed into the mind indeed

And now my friends it’s time we bid goodbye

We wish you all the best in these rough tides

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