Every since I left
I hear echoes of laughter
Compliments I used to hear
Hearing my name as the wind blows
But I have to move on
Walking the crossroad of life
Some may join my journey
Some will choose another road
I will miss the company I used to have
But life has to move on
I need some growing to do
I need focus on my journey through Life
Farewell
I hope when we cross path again
I will see those wonderful smiles again
Perfectly poised and deftly structured ;were Poetry like ballet ,then “echoes” would be adjudged a graceful pirouette.
Thanks