Post by A®heim on Jun 24, 2010 9:13:31 GMT -5
As I respite at five miles high,
it comes my time to say good-bye.
But lo, not fear, you'll see me still,
the Summer months just have their fill.
I'll be here there and now and then,
it matters not where I am or been.
A barren waste, a time of strife,
just another turn of life.
An entry here, my approval stands,
I have until this small plane lands.
Then off I go into the unknown,
there may be internet where I go.
But just in case this is goodbye,
I give you best wishes, from 5 miles high.
it comes my time to say good-bye.
But lo, not fear, you'll see me still,
the Summer months just have their fill.
I'll be here there and now and then,
it matters not where I am or been.
A barren waste, a time of strife,
just another turn of life.
An entry here, my approval stands,
I have until this small plane lands.
Then off I go into the unknown,
there may be internet where I go.
But just in case this is goodbye,
I give you best wishes, from 5 miles high.