And so it goes… The wheel will turn,
you may find yourself bereft. But do not fret,
my little friend, for this is not the end.
This too shall pass and soon the farce of living will present
a brighter shaft, a better draft with newer paths to trek.
Tread gracefully, my little bird, flit lightly,
as it will, feeling the wind beneath your wings
embrace you as you curve
towards a new meridian, made sweeter for
the swerve, filling your heart up gleefully
to share when you emerge.