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Goodbye to the old life,
to the sadness of rooms
where my family slept as I sat
late at night on my
island of light among papers.
Goodbye to the papers
and to the school for the rich
where I drove them, dressed up
in a tie to declare who I was.
Goodbye to all the ties
and to the life I lost
by declaring, and a fond goodbye
to the two junk cars that lurched
and banged through the campus
making it sure I would never fit in.
Goodbye to the finest campus
money could buy, and one
final goodbye to the paycheck
that was always gone
before I got it home.
Farewell to the home
and a heartfelt goodbye
to all the tenants who rented
the upstairs apartment,
particularly Mrs. Doucette,
whose washer overflowed
down the walls of our bathroom
every other week, and Mr. Green,
determined in spite of the evidence
to learn the electric guitar.
And to you there, the young man
on the roof turning the antenna
and trying not to look down
on how far love has taken you,
and to the faithful wife
in the downstairs window
shouting, "That's as good
as we're going to get it,"
and to the four hopeful children
staying with the whole program
despite the rolling picture
and the snow - goodbye,
wealth and joy to us all
in the new life, goodbye!
Wesley McNair
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