A stroke they said. Came along like a puncture, eked the breath out from him. Not a surprise but still a hot bullet to the chest. Been told his organs were wilting with age, raisin wrinkles sprinkled across a seven-decade face.
Wheeled the body away, blades of grey hair, lumpy veins that tore through his skin. He knew it was coming. Wished to kiss his wife again, eleven years after their last. Her name was Mary I think. Cancer.
Had a passion for horses. Just yesterday put a fiver on Lust for Life and Magic Touch. Both came in, heβd have had fifty quid. Lucky ***. At the bookies they all loved him. When I collected his winnings I had to explain.
I think they knew before I opened my mouth.
Written: March 2017. Explanation: A poem written in my own time for university, so changes likely in the near future. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.