Goodbye Poem by Nicholas Weaver

Goodbye, goodbye,
A word, a lie,
For when a window opens,
I'll be their hopin',
And if this is the last time,
Then I will say sorry in rhyme.

So goodbye,
I bid you a fond farewell,
For sure I'll rot in hell,
But I tried,
I cried.

Goodbye, goodbye,
Don't ask why,
But I'll be back, friends,
Before we meet our ends,
Asinine at best,
You know the rest.

So goodbye,
I need the rest,
Your all the best,
So love to all,
At our forum hall.