He looked downcast,
long face, sad eyes.
He said: “I’ve nothing to live for:
I take pills and sit,
Tell me a funny joke.”
I said: “I can’t tell a joke
very well.”
So he tells one,
in poor taste.
I laugh to be polite.
He looks downcast,
long face, sad eyes.
Cancer took him,
but smallness of heart never did.