His raspy cough did echo stridently.
Consumed with stupor at present was he.
Although I wished to speak ardently,
I sat and stared; my mind was lost at sea.
Hepatic failure claimed him mentally,
And colored yellow both his eyes so wide
As too his being stained corporally.
Despite this, haven safe he stayed inside.
Remaining silent, gripping tight his hand,
I bowed my head: a solemn moment bound.
The time was nigh for this expiring man,
But always here does dignity astound.
I entered — later now — his former room
And recalled well a death devoid of gloom.
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