The good doctor and I
share the same date of birth--
and for twenty-one years
we roamed planet earth--
our time intersected
we shared the same space,
we breathed the same air
we ran the same race--
but 31 years ago,
the good doctor expired
while I continued living,
he went and expired--
and I hope in good time,
we'll meet once again,
and drink us some beers
and eat us some ham.
Ooh. You had it right up until the last rhyme.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday.
so close
ReplyDeletea slant rhyme to end it, in emily dickinsonian style . . .
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