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In Memory of Paul Shanahan
When you lose it all, then you know
What it means to live outside--
You just had no place to go
On the night of your suicide.
There is no escape from madness
In this world where it's do or die,
As I think of your choice in sadness
On the night of your suicide.
You exhaled that last breath of hope,
As you waved your daughter goodbye,
From a noose that you tied with a rope
On the night of your suicide.
In the park just the cold wind knows,
While the homeless sleep outside--
You just had no place to go
On the night of your suicide.
May 3, 2004
