Bye

It is time to let down
the curtains that tied this light
to come through this page
and bid our tales a fare

well, my son, do not trust them
those whose fingers rub
but do not hold
it is time to let down

time to allow the River flow
either tears that cum
or hugs that stain, either-way let
the curtains that tied this light

if a forklift picks baggage
do not forget the words,
do not let the erasers forget
to come through this page.

do it like the French do
do it more in a German way
with your tongue, say it
and bid our tales a fare

Ruddapoet