Out of the double glazed bungalow window
a weary Malcolm gazed.
Intently fixed on his nice small red car
would he drive it again?
After a short black out two months before
a bad move for sure.

A small pension like many his only income
benefits only a thought.
Not able to drive the car it stood idle
well saving petrol at least.
Luckily had a bus pass so could get about
having moments of doubt!

A few injuries sustained were now fixed
driving was not allowed.
Not until the reason was found for the fall
a heart defect discovered!
No work available or able to find it
so often here he would sit.

Waiting for an answer could take a while
must keep a basic lifestyle.

The Foureyed Poet.