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[aid] => Mick
[title] => One Final Goodbye
[time] => 2002-12-20 16:20:00
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[bodytext] => Standing nose to nose, with an old enemy
Staring straight ahead and all I see is me But things have changed battles have been won The life I thought once was over, just now begun Knowing a whole new world, awaits me to the north A chance to take things at my pace, not forced A smile visible looking back into my eyes Something once, that I used to despise Looking into my eye’s brown seas And watch as they turn to a pale green As the wild hair, slowly goes to neatly groomed Preparing for my departure, guided by the moon Knowing what awaits me, beyond my reflection A future brighter, the sun has no comparison Leaving it all behind once and for all Refusing to go deaf to my angel’s call Taking one final look, as I head out the drive The tears in my eyes, blowing kisses goodbye Knowing that should I return, things won’t be the same And wondering if anyone would still remember my name Rather than taking the Cape Fear bridge, through Leland I ride Spending this day on the roads, waving heartfelt goodbyes Saying farewell to the places I grew up in, the churches and homes Until across that old overpass is where the winds of change blow This the same road my father and I always used We’d ride into town to do, whatever we would choose Remembering the few things, we shared And wondering if he really did care Heading past the Wal-Mart, where I found a computer on sale That lead me to the now, and the poetry and stories I tell Heading for Harnett street, to cash in my greyhound ticket Thankful for a friend’s help, hoping no one will have lament Walking slowly, asking myself if I’m ready for this moment And thinking of what’s in store, my feet take quicker movement Toward the final preparations of heading away, I look to the sky And whisper to North Carolina, the prison of me, one last goodbye [comments] => 3 [counter] => 233 [topic] => 35 [informant] => J_Ganey [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SpecialOccassion )
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