Goodbye

My friend, these days it seems
you're not all here.
And so I'm left to say goodbye
as bit by bit you disappear.

Doctors talk and nurses shrew:
sugar is sweet, and so are you.
Half a man, but full of hell,
Progressively I say farewell.

Goodbye, goodbye.
My friend, I say goodbye.
Soon, it seems, you will be gone,
So piece by piece goodbye.