Saying Goodbye Is Never Easy To Do

When I was a boy, I was told this would happen,
That there'd come a time when he and I must part ways.
Well, that day has arrived, my friend,
And I have to say, I have never felt such a sensation.
If all one has to say is, "Goodbye, ol' friend,"
He or she might as well haven't said anything at all,
But if you put the pen to the paper, with some thought,
I think that eloquence will bleed through beautifully.

Saying goodbye is never as easy as they make it out to be.
I know, because I've tried that a time or two, in fact.
Preachers say they hear you from God's side,
And claim that we should take great pride,
But honestly, I still feel so damn insufficient in doing so.
My parents tell me that he's now incandescent
With an angelic glow, and that he has no regrets,
And yet, he left me here to face the cold, cruel reality of life.
I guess there's more bitterness involved than I truly comprehend.

I wrote him a poem, telling him what he meant to me,
What he did, fighting for freedom, creating his family,
Ushering a new world order, if you will, all at the cost of emotion.
All I had to do was combat tears, not with fists but with resolve,
And I thought, "Boy, those pills sure are being put to the test."
Tonight, I'll be speaking to the bees of the swarm,
And I'll be making my best attempt to be warm,
But I'll need all of my personal strength.
The man meant too damn much to me
For someone to simply slap a generic poem into his pamphlet
When I can write one that is from the heart.
I know I can write and say something flattering,
But I want to make sure it sounds right,
But whatever I do, I will keep in my mind
That saying goodbye is never easy to do.