mhauck (01/11/83)
A friend leaves to fly To a new world he goes We who are left behind, morn and sing. He who has left is happy To start a new and different A place to make and friends, not yet met. Those of us who are still here Remember the fun times and talks To an empty place in our hearts, we silently cry. He is not dead, only far away In a new building with a new job With this we rejoice with him, for he is at home. 1/11/83 To a friend going to Short Hills M.J.Hauck