Time to Depart

Poem about disappearing

By Carol CassadaPublished 5 months ago • 1 min read

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You know in your heart

It's time to depart

You've given it much thought

It's for the best

For peace of mind

No longer feeling confined

Deleted everything online

Packed your bags

Withdrew your cash

Time is almost near

Part of you drags

Questioning your plan

Keys in hand

You look up at the sky

Nobody will understand

They will cry and ask why

But you will be fine

As you drive toward a new life

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Time to Depart

Poem about disappearing

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