If on some occasion you see me pass by
And you know me
Say hi.
We don't know how many more winter snows, summer rain
squalls,
Holiday cheers,
Or traversing halls,
We might see again.
For we are finite creatures
With some end to forever sogg the crispness
of autumn leaf with others
Piled neatly or no,
And we aren't sure where we will go
When our passings by stop
Dead.
