So Many Goodbyes




Seems like that I just got here,
And made a few good friends,
But the group keeps getting smaller.
As each meets their different ends.

A few have become frustrated
At the limits and all the rules,
Suffocated by the formal process,
And some don't want to suffer fools.

Some are sick, and some have died.
There are those with other issues.
So as the sad sad songs are sung,
I am running out of tissues.

Yet, even with all the tears and gloom,
There's got to be something's right.
I think I'll go find a quiet spot,
And write something a little more light.