End it all with tears and gall or love’s joy,
Fleeting time’s demand is all I dreaded most!
Ten days pens blazed eyes mine like childhood toys,
Ten days then this: Ben says “Time” to all posts.
How lovely it started: words played with me;
Ideas from child years, from teen years and now
Poured through each page I read in cam’rad’rie
Blending into this punch that leaves me “Wow!”
Yes fun felt deep is one fore’er to keep
Poetry’s duty alive on running feet.
Tricks learnt and thoughts earned in laugh or in weep
Shall walk me till I’m past Earth’s defeat.
Friends, to part brings pain, but it’s been joy
We’ll end not with tears and all, but love’s joy.
(c) Nyonglema
waghni 
Very delightful!
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Thanks…it’s so sad things have to end…
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It is.
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That’s lovely! (Even if it has to end.) 🙂
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I know right? We’ll find a way to McLeod it for sure….this can’t be it! 🙂
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Good times do come to an end but with sweet memories. We may tarry at future times in other arenas and this is a lovely poem 🙂
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Thanks Jackie…sadly there’s always an end…but feels like a new beginning.
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Yes it is 🙂
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Lovely thoughts in a very good sonnet, Nyonglema!
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Such sweet sorrow is Shakespeare’s take on partings but we shall keep writing and reading each other’s words so connections have been made to last as long as we want. Great meeting you and all these people. Love and lightning
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