Ode to a Fallen Friend

Death;

Doesnt it matter to you
That he never smoked
That he jogged every morning
That he lived a heathy life?

Short illness-
What an open disguise!

Didnt it occur to you
That I envied his resilient grip to these words
When I could barely hold on
When my hands were slipping
When I was almost falling?

And now that am on a cigarette quitting programme
Do the push-ups I do every morning matter
Does this food I try to select count
If you'll keep on appearing un-announced?

(RIP Kimathi Chabari Mucee)

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