on the journey back
from the crematorium
silent and heavy hearted
I saw a dead cat in the road
its ninth life had been dashed
on the black tar macadam
it looked like it was sleeping
but I knew that it was broken
and was never going home
they say cats have nine lives
while men have only one
yet a man can die
a thousand deaths
before his days are done
.
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