Hoffman’s Exit

What happens when you’re sleeping?
What sneaks up on your mood?
To awaken tense and doubtful,
Was there something in the food?

Maybe Hoffman’s exit,
His legacy of tears,
The coldness of mortality,
Awakens all our fears.

Daylight will be here soon,
To roll away the fog,
Must pull myself together,
Think I’ll hug a dog.

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