My Friend Dead
My friend, a mobile encyclopedia, professor
Used to talk about life and death like a philosopher;
When I die, I like a living, will see by mine own eyes,
Who visits me; who smiles; who laughs; who cries;
He was a great personality, like Socrates, indeed,
He was punctual and regular in his every deed;
He said, in the beginning, that philosophy is everything…
Then he said, psychology is intertwining;
Then he talked of prayer, which is overall,
Ultimately he found sleeping-pills all in all;
I did not attend his funeral for the reason:
If he opens his eyes and sees what's my position...
22 November 2021
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