A Lasting Impression Poem by joe hirsch

We met on the other side of the sunny valley where the sun sets cross’s the northern sky blue mountains. There we meet with smiles and kindness. The lord took my hand and the trees swayed softly as the rain came down gently. For this world left one soul like a troop train coming back from war, but it had gained something as well. Saying good is never forgotten, it lives in our hearts forever. That idea drives on that a good bye is the never the finial good bye. That is because you will see them again when you meet the almighty lord and savoir.