Sweet Endings
The end of a year
The end of an era
New beginnings turn into
Mundane routines
Familiar faces
Familiar places.
We shall not forget our roots,
The people who started this journey with us.
Our paths may diverge
But our hearts beat as one
And I know
If - no, when - we meet again
It will be just as sweet
Just as innocent
As the children who first stepped into
This grown-up playground.