Tribute

I part with you as a tear parts from my dark eye:
Quietly and bitterly: I’m still but inside I cry.

We leave to give our thanks and our good byes meaning,
What is the point in a word which says, tells and speaks nothing?
Let us give it value and purpose, from it let us learn
- Don’t worry the coffee will still be warm on my return.

I part with two families: one of blood and one of soul,
No! I part from one family; my one, my last, my all.
I do not part from them, from you, I distantly observe! I learn to appreciate you while a bright future I serve.