As the
Curtains of death
Closed in,
I saw in
Your pious eyes,
A massive relief
The feeling
Of having earned
A nice pension
For life's hardships
An odyssey
Which saw you
Rise,
From abject poverty
To the elegantly furnished
Offices of
Your executive suite
© 2016
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