Mighty Falls
He would not admit it
But this time around

The ultimate deception 

Of sickness scared him 

For most of his life

He guarded his health

With fine tuned attention 

As far as he knew how

What became his vice

Was the warm feeling 

Of the strong dark rum

Seeping into his veins

It would take off the edge 

And cover the exposed parts

While all tension was released 

Making way for relaxation 

Hard physical labour

And some heavy lifting 

Was to him all the exercise 

His body really required 

The annual medical exams

Taken for his insurance 

Had given no predictions 

Of any impending ailments

Laying on the coarse sheets

If the stiff hospital bed

He regained consciousness 

And sadness overcame him

All his life’s work to date

And all the money he’d made

Was not nearly enough 

To bring him healthfulness 

The visitors that did come 

To see how the mighty falls

Only made him despondent 

With pity barely masking their glee

The doctors said the stroke

Had been nearly fatal

And would require much work 

For basic functions to return

Arriving to an empty house

With a nurse and no rum 

Feeling betrayed by his body

Now hardly useful to him
Ria 2017

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