Death Grip
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The heart disease would be his final fate
His smoking cigarettes had brought him low
Only a short time before he would go
She tried to care for him in his final hour
In delirium he would pull off his clothes
Walk about the house totally exposed
In this sad state he went to sleep somehow
All night long she slept a sweet sound sleep
He's found Gripping a pull-up bar in death
He held on for dear life even though deceased
What sight did he face in that final hour
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Death Grip
The heart disease would be his final fate
His smoking three packs a day had brought him low
‘Twas a short time before his death would come
In delirium he would pull off his clothes
Walk about his body totally exposed
In this sad state he went to sleep somehow
His wife slept a sweet sound sleep next to him
She awakened to this grief filled sight
The death angel came during the night
Death grabbed him while he held on for dear life
What sight/s did he see before he did go
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2017
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