Young For Death For Cynicism Poem by Derek ThomasRymer
Young For Death For Cynicism
He taught me something
poor little Billy
nine, my age too.
Gently letting go
he turned nice
smile kind words
no complaints and
his hair dropped out.
I woke in the night
to see him wrapped
like a mummy one
nurse crying one angry.
I learned that death
wasn't good for me
and that anyway it's
the easy way out.
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