When everybody is in the mood of leaving
things change for good
Hardest of the rocks melt
Farthest of friendships reconcile
Greatest of the enmities stand suspended
An unwritten rule of
general bonhomie is allowed.
We leave happy images of each other
A couple of us even move to tears
weeping over others' shoulders.
That day, there is much compassion in the world
Many tears and shoulders from then
Who would remember what?
Strangely, these tears
oil the machine of forgetfulness.