At The Edge of Goodbye

When the magic's fading...something's bound to cease,
This great journey created its own memories;
Now's the time to draw the curtains down,
To ponder the path of thy feet;

It is not goodbye, but rather "see you later",
To the dear friends i look up to and treated with regard;
With your presence in my existence,
You made me unto a finer person.

So, this is it my bros...GOODBYE;
For i have reached the point of turning away,
While i lick my wounds and recuperate;
Someday, we'll bump, shake hands and say 
"It has been a good day"...