Improv comedy can oft mask
Tremendous sadness found inside.
Two zanies did perfect the task.
Jonathan Winters was the guide
For a young Robin Williams, who
Would watch this master of the craft.
This is what he wanted to do.
His pain was less when others laughed.
When Jonathan died, Robin wrote
Of how and why he'd miss his friend.
Depression took his life remote,
And so Robin hastened his end.
And now together both can be
Doing improv eternally.
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