From Picture to Page: Final

This is the last of the "goodbye poems" I promised I'd write. I'm all good-byed out. It's not like I moved to Timbuktu. I'm still in the city, for crying out loud! At least I worked around Blogger's default programing.

Final

No reward

to follow

in faith.

Less for

taking 

own path.

Consequence

only

absolute.

Even

decision

suspect.

There are

no points

to win

joining

human race

so late.

About time.

Clean up

missed party.