Must Return to NYC

Life has taken a depressing turn and death has come knocking at my best friend’s door. His father has died and I have to return to New York City.

Gaily I lived as ease and nature taught,
And spent my little life without a thought,
And am amazed that Death, that tyrant grim,
Should think of me, who never thought of him.

~René Francois Regnier


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