as i stand here
paying my respects,
i remember how he
used to tell me his age
each year.
how he'd throw a party
for himself
on his birthday.
he'd make light of the fact
that i was a few
years behind him.
you're just a pup
he'd say.
get in line.
not that he was worried
about dying,
or that he was running out
of time,
but it was something else.
how to live
a happy life
seemed to have escaped
his mind.
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