In Passing... Poem by John Yaws

You wanted a poem, so I'll write it-
I write with a tear in my eye...
The last thing I wanted to tell you-
Is what I must say, that's "goodbye".

Too long I have made rash decisions,
And maybe I'm making one more.
And thus do I choose, and it gives me the blues-
Not knowing just what lies in store.

But pride is the one thing I cherish...
it's loss is the fate worse than death.
I'll live or I'll die, with my head held with pride,
Protect it with my dying breath.

Your words gave me prospects of joy-
And oft brought a smile to my face...
And took away part of my longing,
And placed a brief hope in it's place.

But, wait, lest I grow sentimental....
You wanted a poem, here it is!
My destiny waits, or maybe my fate-
I wanted to leave you with this.