Daniel Senser's Poetry
Thursday, January 9, 2014
The Old Man on His Death Bed
The old man was dying,
So he called his loved ones close.
"I love you all dearly," he said,
"But all but one of you should go."
He pointed at his brother.
"Me?" he asked, with tears in his eyes.
"Not you," said the old man,
"Your bottle of wine."
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