The Gave
By Alvin Benatovich - October 4,1997
Last week I saw my friend,
We embraced and said good-bye.
We both knew,
He was going to die.
He parted this life
In a painless daze,
Remembered by all
In many different ways.
With crooked smile
And wry wit
He fought so hard,
Until he quit.
He died alone
By his own choice.
We will all miss
His out spoken voice.
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