No Goodbye Is Sad

No fancy words,

But Words are grown quite majestically.

No teary farewells,

For this restless, weird attitude.

No apes or the enemy, that dressed,

But the wild child I know. 

No cliff awaits, no river calls, no need to leap into the sky and dive,

But I wait for that chicken gravy.

No more old shits, while welcoming newcomers, always, 

No goodbye is sad when we have memories to cherish.

Let's stay connected, under the same sky...