“Used to Be“
I learned all good things must come to an end,
That the bill will always come due.
I learned what it means to have your heart broken…
But also how to merge one from two.
I learned to say goodbye through a heartfelt smile,
Despite the tears that already know
That this goodbye–won’t be just a mile;
It’s a distance that will always grow.
They say, “Distance makes the heart grow fonder,”
While reunions are always, “The way it used to be.”
A contradiction in time that can make one ponder
Reflections of us, in lieu of
Yet more opportunities lie in the road ahead
Beyond the taillights, burning red.
For we all get to our destination
In the end, a place we’ll call home.
In which time makes no hesitation
To remind us we are never
For maybe reunions in a nutshell
Are simply a reminder you’re still on the ride with me.
Round and round a carousel
Called “The Way It Used To Be.”
Although each year does come to an end
The next one always transcends
With new places, new faces
And everyone re-starting their own races.
After a cheerful finish that was well-earned
All because of the lessons learned.
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