The Final Goodbye

I've been spending time cleaning out my computer files.  Came across this little gem.  I wrote it as my official last company email to my coworkers, back in 2003.  

The Final Goodbye

The summer sun waits patiently 

For spring to run its course

The storms of spring unleash their wrath

As warm and cold divorce

The April showers wait ‘til May

May flowers wait ‘til June

The fields march and meadows dance

To nature’s silent tune

When winter snows, and blows, and it

Appears that spring is losing

You can be sure that spring will pick

A time of it’s own choosing

A flower reared in early March

Will not the summer see

But should it wait for spring to come

A flower it will be

The timing of our lives can much

Resemble that of seasons

The changes come and go and wait

With subtle rhymes and reasons

The change I choose to make today

Is made reluctantly

So many friends across the years

Are now like family

The time together we have spent

Some precious memories bring

And glancing back at all we’ve done

I wouldn’t change a thing

(Well, ok, maybe one or two small itty bitty things.)(What!?!)

But seasons change, and so must we

My season here is through

And so it is with heavy heart

I bid you all adieu.

Many Thanks,  Alan