The Brook

I chatter, chatter, as I flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on forever.

I wind about, and in and out,

with here a blossom sailing,

And here and there a lusty trout,

And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake

Upon me, as I travel

With many a silver water-break

Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on forever.

Well as the time grows nigh, of course, like all of us, feel lots of things. But reading one of my favorite poets the other day Alfred L. Tennyson, I came across his poem, The Brook. This is just a part of it, and it describes life like a flowing brook that starts small and then it get bigger and ultimately joins the great and bigger river. But in this part expresses so nicely how our lives are filled with great people of all varieties and some come and go, some go with you to the end but non the less were part of the journey. So I dedicate this to the wonderful people that were part of this stage in my life. " And draw them all along, and flow/ To join the brimming river"

... I'll miss you all...