The head chorister’s tears fall
As he bids farewell to ruff and surplice,
To seven years of music-making,
Half his life,
As he bids farewell to his boyhood.
First loss, piercing yet sweet to look back upon,
The happiness of days chock-full of meaning.
He has learned now: all things pass.
May he learn also: that which is eternal
Can never be lost, but abides forever.
Broadened horizons for the young man he will be
Will bring new blessings, passing yet eternal.
tRuth 2019
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