Written for: Poetic Asides November 2016 Chapbook Challenge-Day 30
Write a last chance poem.
Here lies Lucky
always plucky.
Lost all, owed big time,
rubbed out in his prime.
At saloon called Last Chance,
he drank too much, died without pants.
A miser ‘till the end,
only eternity will he spend.
He bargained for wealth
then lost his health.
No time to for elation
at his cremation.
Wish for John Jones–
die before getting old.
He got his wish
He’s 30 and cold.