Poems (Hazlett-Bevis)/Parting
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Parting.
There is never a parting on this old earth, Let it be with the living or dead, But is tinged with a sadness from memory's birth, Of the "might-have-been" there in its stead.
There is always regret for a something that's lost, And a wish we had only known More of this friend, at whatever the cost, Whose life may have aided our own.
A something from out of one's life has flown, An echoless room is left bare; For every heart has a niche of its own, And a place in your own to share.
It may be with pleasure, it may be with pain, We voice the simple "Good-bye," But we catch a note of the old refrain That sings of forever and aye.