Number Four: 37


The man laughs at

his death.

He can’t have sex anymore

but that’s ok.

The women used to

chase him.

“I’ve had more romping than anyone

can expect to have.”

He has cancer, but that’s



“I’ve had a good life.”

He’ll die before his father does.

But that’s ok. He still might get the


“What’s it like to watch your children

grow old?”

His daughter is


“I see her

on Facebook and you know,

she’s had a few kids.”

He emails her, and he has a coffee.

No, a beer.

“She doesn’t respond.”

But maybe she doesn’t know

what to say.


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