This is another poem i wrote back in the 80's/90's, it's a bit morbid but i hope you like it.

Goodbye

There walks a man,
lonely and void,
with a broken heart,
and his mind destroyed.

He is a man,
sick of life,
a tear in eye,
and holding a knife.

He lives alone in a world of his own,
he points the knife and gives a groan,
he falls to the ground,
with one last sigh,
goodbye my love,

goodbye........goodbye.......

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Lowering the tone is an art form in itself. It is not something that everyone can do but i have it down to a fine art.