Change can be good,
yet change can be bad.
You can be flying so high,
and come down with a crash.
Christmas day was so full of glee
little did I know, this would happen to me.
Laughing and joking, no one could tell
that change would be coming and life would be hell.
And so it changed.
I remember that night as clear as a bell,
you slipping away such a sad farewell.
But although you are gone
your presence will stay,
the lessons you taught me
will be handy some day.
I understand now that change is needed,
like the seasons come and go,
like the sun sets,
like the tide changes.
You had to go.