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.
3 comments:
Ooh. You had it right up until the last rhyme.
Happy Birthday.
so close
a slant rhyme to end it, in emily dickinsonian style . . .
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