Syncope

A bit adult at 5, when I was 8
and he was born, he seemed so young to me,
that 6 and 60 years don’t decimate
a first impression that’s especially
enhanced by his abiding friendly trait,
that kind and playful personality.
So his collapse last week, though passing brief,
has knocked us both to geriatric grief.

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