When my friend left

I was not standing at the departure gate

To bid him good bye.

All separations are painful, especially the final ones.

Departure is certain; not certain is the destination.

What would I say, not a celebrity he was.

A private person he was, let him remain so.

Let him not become a story.

He came with fists closed, ready for attainment.

He left with fists open, leaving what he attained.

He came to play zero sum game.

Leaves fall, when the season ends

And the spring brings new buds.

When leaves a simple man

There is no fanfare

There is silent applause

Only a few can hear.