Wednesday, 7 March 2012

Leaving Traces




Don’t think you are never seen, dear friend,
You leave a trace wherever you wander -
A smile, a laugh, a hope.

Don’t think you are never heard, my pal
There is always someone listening -
A song, a word, a joke.

Don’t think you are ever forgotten, old friend,
For when we passed each other
In that briefest of time,
You left a piece of you with me
That I'll carry wherever I go.



bobby stevenson 2017

1 comment:

  1. How lovely. So true. I love the picture too; the brush strokes are like how each brush stroke from each person help to complete the whole picture.

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