Some people are important, some are not,
Who cross yor life wih love and then move on
Or touch it carelessly, not soon forgot,
Perhaps will not return, forever gone.
Some people leave, you sigh with great rumors,
And wonder why they left a gaping hole;
The children leave their parents in due course
And friends leave friends which rack both mind and soul.
The hateful enemies they come and go
While caring friends who love us move on too.
So many move through memories and so
You hold tenaciously to present few;
Accept and trust the bits of pieces, yet,
You wonder, question them but never regret.