Mo Dying Poem by Kyle Schlicher
Mo Dying
Rating: ★4.5
watching mo dying,
remembering
my friend
tall
and'
strong
now weak
and
bedridden
truth
holding hands
with
regret.
i wonder,
is he capable of thinking,
was
it worth
the
price of admission?
(1-03-2016)
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dying
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5/4/2024 3:11:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Truth - was it worth the price.