Goodbye

Goodbye,
Goodbye, I have to go.
I will see what death can do,
What my future could eye on.

I maybe an energetic youth
That suddenly just gone like magic,
Or a feeble old lady
That sleeps and steps out of existence

I maybe flying to the south,
But crash and end up like something tragic,
Or sick from a serious malady
That slowly kills me like woodpeckers pecking on a fence.

Goodbye,
Goodbye, because I know.
I know that someday you will meet me again.
And it won't be too long from now.

- @prosenpoetry, Lea.