Yesterday was also the anniversary of the day
They put what used to be my father in a bag
And pulled a zipper over the empty husk.
He was ready to go,
Seeing no better prospect.
It was time for him to quit trying
To scratch an existence out of hard yielding ground.
He made it very clear he knew what he was doing
When he’d decided he’d had enough.
I was glad I got to tell him
It was okay with me
If he quit fighting,
Quit kicking against the goads.
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