Forever Saying Goodbye

we are forever saying goodbye goodbye, goodbye, goodbye let me repeat the child who has grown into a young man would remain a fond memory, like how we remember a childhood friend who was always at our side the young man who has matured into the middle aged will remember him as someone who have looked for so many things in thirty years only to get only some things; a trail of disappointments to spice up his memory as he bade the young man goodbye the middle aged suddenly discovers that he is not as young anymore, his eyes, his legs, his hair, his stamina have all started to nag to him that they are not as before, taking duties promptly and without shortcoming; they have all taken a turn for the the middle aged who will soon teach his children happiness is the best medicine of all and that life should be focussed on finding that without hurting anyone the octogenarian takes over the the steps of the middled age and they have slowed so much sometimes he cannot even do it without the help of someone or a stick the octogenarian who will tell us that a life of charity is better than one lived alone; an all important lesson from the silver haired who will soon bid goodbye to himself, the world and us all