Saying Good Bye And The Shaping Of Our Lives Poem by joe hirsch

Saying good is the one of the hardest things one person can do or face. You remember the times all too well and looking at them wondering when or if I will ever you see again. You often look at life through bus wind shield rolling down so cold high way on a rainy July evening. For when we say good it’s hard whichever way you slice the pie. We say good bye too many types of people loved ones family and the departing souls heading for the next leg of the race. That meaning the light and then heaven. For life are more than cycle of one shorts and its coming together of many people. For life beats like drum and you walk down the street head held high but you never what’s coming next. We live by ones choices of actions and they affect ones person life. Ash’s to ash’s dust to dust we live knowing we have enjoyed world with in world that is greater than one self. We all are going so where like the midnight train bound for higher hopes and greater chance to make out west. We always look for higher hopes and most of us find them so way or another. We ride the rails of life and look out into the landscape watching life transform in front our eyes. We are the fruit and god is the tree in which we have spawned of. For life is a wonderful place. Each generation it gets little better and little more complex. Keeping faith in core family values and living to the highest of standards is the best person bet to be great. For one person career must come of happiness and not money or fame. Those things come with package. Happiness is the key to life that drives the car. The car takes down string of roads taking us far and wide. For life is about believing and faith. For we must always give 210% and be all we can be. For lord dwells in each one of us and for eternity and for we are the window and that shines within. The light that shines inward is hope to get us through and when the times are tough fate gets us there. For when time has come and we have done all we can do the lord whispers to us and says my child its time. We never why the lord choose those times to take are wonderful children with in. but lord always needs more angels to him and for thus there is whisper in the wind and the soul is departed. For they say one door closes and another ones opens. You are never lonely and though its big big world there lord is watching over you. For learn the most from departed and it changes us inside and makes us deeper. We are the waves shaping the sea shore and we shaped by the granger of their marvel. For life always is glass half full for me and I drink to that my good friend. I have found that more we face the more we can withhold and for this is song is not unfinished until the last breath of life is taking and that is life. For dealing with friends departing is much easier. They are very many ways the same and for thus they return like Frisbee most of the time and this not always the case. We have million friends but our family is true friends and thus life is makes it. Friends help us with the good and bad. They help us write our song and thus we are the sweet melody of life.