For a good fellow,
That is right by my side,
He patiently waits—
Until the daylight dies.

He was a good man,
With a big heart and a loving son.
A good fellow existed—
For me to cry with.

He sometimes rages,
From career and cages.
But he smiles frequently
To bury the turmoil so dreadfully.

He was a good fellow,
That is always by my side.
I once became his lover,
But died off after three months forever.


© Joel Gigante