The desk was a bit untidy,
His notepad and pen, side by side;
A half-filled cup of black coffee,
The computer warm on stand-by.
Some personal things in plain view,
Appointments waiting on this day;
Sticky notes with scribbled memos,
Tickets for a planned getaway.
Some were staring in unbelief
Medical staff did analyze,
It appears he just stopped breathing,
Took everyone by surprise.
Written by Loyd Taylor
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