Comfort
Comfort comes, in many small packages,
With a gratuitous bound, or through perilous passages.
They surround you with laughs and joys hereafter,
Despite the prestigious end, coming ever so faster.
Alas when Comfort goes, the departure is bittersweet,
Becuase none may know when again you may meet.
As Comfort leaves, you must soon fill its place,
For there are others who you fill in Comfort's space.
Despite a loss of comrade among the arduous terror,
You soon find a new beginning, in an entirely new era.
This poem is about:
Me
My community