The time has come when silence becomes still.
Where winds blow that lonely chill.
When interests become small and frail.
And timely visits slowly disappear...

Connections lost, friends gone away.
Where Real life intervenes,
No time left to play.

My visits to AP have become too little and few.
Only PM's from friends will I now answer too.

Farewells are sad, and equate to No More.
And thus they symbolize ones final score.

So today I finally bid so long to this place.
I leave this bio and poem,
as a lasting memory... just in case. ^_^

~Astro