You never know when the last goodbye is. We think we have forever until suddenly we don't. We enter with purpose and leave with only memory. I wish I had seen the battle he was fighting before it ... [+]
When you needed the work
But turned it down, had to,
So as to qualify for that SSI
That savings account steady
As a descent, a dive long head
Burst of hopeful idea and
Sang froid dripping from pores
Awash with your tummy tuck
Say it, the rhyme, simple fuck
Several of you planted fruit
Trees and tomatoes in the back
In planter boxes with drip water.
But weary of just getting out
Of bed alone anymore, fearing
How much longer this will go on;
Pull bones out of beds, dirty
Them with labor and with ache
In the chair at home where you
Ate, and where you will pass.