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Wasting

That same grin is in place
As I see him sitting there
He waves across the market
From his wheel chair

I see years pass in seconds
As they cross the space
To stand by my stall
That well known face
We filled in the years
Somehow flown past
Talked about events
Since we'd met last

We exchange a serious glance
I swear it was just one
And in that glance he tells me
That he is almost gone
Then we chatted on and on
As though time would never end
Until he was wheeled away
What was left of my friend

They say he never lost his spirit
Though all he could move was his head
As the slowly creeping killer
Confined him to a chair and a bed
They say he kept on smiling
Right to that very end
Until the creeping killer took
What was left of my old friend

That same grin is in place
As I see him sitting there
He waves across the market
From his wheel chair







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