I must be honest, perhaps I’ll be frank,

You’ve helped me so far, you’ve covered my flank,

Some days colorful, and some days were blank,

But for all the days, it’s you I must thank.

 

Perhaps you’re tired, of the same old rhyme,

But it’s been working, a nice paradigm,

I’m glad you read them, giving up your time,

You’ve inspired this, you were all sublime.

 

Now we separate, now I take my leave,

Won’t make it sappy, no tears for my sleeve,

But don’t get me wrong, my words don’t believe,

For you I shall miss, perhaps even grieve.

 

At first I worried, I sweat and I fret,

I was tentative, until we had met,

Then I said for sure, I could even bet,

That neither of us, would come to regret.

 

I shall keep this short, there’s not much to say,

We’ve worked together, but also we’d play,

Unfortunately, to my own dismay,

This shall be our last, my very last day.

 

I’m glad I was here, to enjoy the ride,

At first only here, to wait and to bide,

I’m glad you were there, always on my side,

It was in you and you, that I could confide.

– Vase