This morning, misty and blur ---
We’re to bid farewell,
Parting ways at the harbor,
Above the din, best wishes we yell.

Our friend’s on the ship,
Sailing for a new destination,
Memories of life here to keep,
Running wild, her imagination.

Oh, would’ve loved to go along,
But circumstances are separating us.
Life is not just dance and song,
And everything has a first.

She may never return to our shores,
As each day is full of uncertainty.
For her, stay open will our doors,
Since there’s always a possibility.

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