He called goodbye and waved
As I looked back from the bend in the road.
And the trains roll on, everyday
Hundreds of people coming or going or running away
Into the forest's silence,
Outside the dark tunnel,
Out of the tunnel,out of the dark
Twilight and evening bell,
And after the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark.
-- "A song for the lost friends" by Ruskin Bond!