Monday, 7 August 2017

Down On His Luck

My friend, Peter, has had a shock
With tremors electrifying,
He has had a mild heart attack
Which was quite petrifying.

He now must respectfully beware
And have an extra personal care;
He does drink and smoke a lot
Where it now sets in its rot.

He is being studied for dementia,
A prospect he doesn’t savour,
As he doesn’t want irrational behaviour
To take a hold with one so bold.

He accepts he is getting old
But he will still scold
And have subordinates told
About having respectability.

He has a vulnerability
To Julie, Mustard and me,
And rides a mobility scooter
With every departure.

No matter how much he gets
He has always been poor,
He has lots of regrets
But has known the score.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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