Goodbye

sometime i tell myself
when you say you are busy doing lots of your routine

i am here
and have always waited for you

i am impatient
and calls this affair 'quits'

there are other rivers to sail
seas to travel
fish to fry

my dear honey pie
i have other things to do beside you
i can't wait that long enough
i am not getting any younger
i have other windmills to conquer

my dear sweetie honey pie
let me say the word goodbye!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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