Until We Meet Again

They say everything has an end

So other things may begin

They say the sun will burn out

And there will be no moon to take its place

Things have a way of reaching a climax

And then slowly fading away,

Memories are nothing but fistfuls of sand

Slipping through arthritic fingers,

One grain at a time

And so we turn to photos and videos

To remember what it was that ended

And what began in its place

As did my student life

In six months no more

All my classes, professors and friends

Sped by in a daze of color and sound

While I sat and looked out from a balcony on the fourth floor

However, since all comes to an end, I suppose I’m being naive

Because life is beckoning me onto the next stage

And the memories I spoke of earlier

Will remain wrapped in polythene

Somewhere in the corners of my mind

And so I do not say farewell

But prefer to state it thus

Until we meet again, before we turn to dust

Remember me, and wish me luck

The Bilge Master