Good-bye I say, again good-bye
To people who believe one should
make good,
And those who fret, when thinking all
That matters in this life, yes all,
is large or tall.
Good-bye I say, again good-bye.
One way to say it is to die,
Another is to leave the fray
To those who love to fight and fighting stay
Within the ring (its circuit small)
But feeling big, as boxers all
Feel big, until the blow let's fall
The heavy curtains from their eyes,
So they may bleed, and bleeding rise.