Is this end?
We were both on the board
I stopped for reasons
Asked one side, and school
Marv went on…
Time passed and he was on
He called me and informed:
“This happened, that on hold…”
I knew everything till he said:
“I feel sick…analysed Alzheimer…”
Then I called…again called, called again
He, absent, no place on this earth
All worried…went to him, he was sick.
He is now Vicuña, out of sight till he dies
This seems be, end of life…
It hurts me…I don’t want such a life
Same it is with cockroach, sprayed poison.
It gathered all the legs and spikes, antennas
Then forceful, filled with hope, took steps
Walked around for minutes and, at end
In corner it stood, in silence, waiting death.
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