For decades, his disease
Has let him linger. Last
Summer, supposedly his last
Found him painfully aware
Of what we all can count on
His body taxed, he bypassed death
Then he entered through
Another door, one they said
His dear wife
Would exit on her own
Their diagnosis was wrong
Upon release, he parked
His dark gray Cadillac
By the suspension bridge
At Angel Falls
And filled his lungs
With floribunda rose
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