One day I wake up and realize,
A part of my life I never did enough prize
Is gone for good; finally, do I now see
The effect on me of my hero's demise...
You'll always have a place in my heart. Konoha's Number One Hyperactive, Knucklehead Ninja, farewell. You will never be forgotten.
Away, away, fore'er away,
The end has come now of your day;
My heart is suddenly, cruelly empty,
Fare you well, Naruto Uzumaki.
A/N: Some of you might have read some of my stories. My prose is not as good as my poetry. Poetry is my specialty
PS: This is not the best poem I have written. Just saying.
And I know Naruto is alive. When I call him dead, I mean that is story is over.