Adios, Sayonara, Fair Thee Well And Goodbye Poem by David Whalen

`I think I might just turn about
and proudly walk away
I think I might just strut right out
without another word to say

Keep my calm, maintain my poise
Perhaps it's best that way
Lips pressed tight, there'll be no noise
As quiet as the break of day

I'll leave my pride behind me
With all else I once held dear
I pled my case ‘pon my knee
Only for it to fall ‘pon deafened ear

It would seem by now I'd know somehow
With a leaden heart and heavy sigh
To say ‘Adieu my sweet...I leave you now`
But I was never good at saying
...Goodbye...