TEARS, NOT STARS

31 January 2020

Good-byes are never easy,
this one less than most -
after all, we're not all
on the same wavelength.

Some can't wait to wave
farewell, to turn their backs
on the deep blue flags,
that shower of golden stars.

We Europeans are sad,
sad beyond measure, at
our need to part company,
'Not in our name,' we say.

Tonight at 11, we'll listen
to bleak notes of the Last Post, cry
tears of friendship lost, of regret,
tears, not stars in our eyes.