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.