5.11.2024
When I would buy him soda at lunch The next day he would give to me, Saying, “You buyne me” offering A soda, saying, “I buyne you”. He survived the holocaust Facing the nazi viciousness. When he grew old and tired he worked Little but my father allowed Him to stay til his last days, And then he strangely went away. My father found him dead one day In a flat not far from us, With all his earnings stuffed beneath A mattress old and worn away. My father insisted to the police The money must be used for him To find a proper resting place And a monument to remember him.
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