Morrie knew he was going to die, <br />Every Tuesday Mitch would come on by. <br />Each Tuesday, they would talk, <br />Still, Morrie could not walk. <br />After each session, they’d say goodbye.<br /><br />Ocean Myranda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tuesdays-with-morrie-lymerick/
