
Turned Upside Down
We all slide
toward the same end, donβt we.
Like my oldest,
meaning longest, friend.
Thirty three years Iβve known him.
He was born in a cottage
near to where Robert Burns was born.
My old friend once said to me,
Routine can kill a person.
This was after I said,
I only do laundry on Mondays.
He expected logic.
I only offered routine.
But he was well stuck into routine.
Same as he always did, he took
his morning walk
to the newsagent, but he
never returned home, his wife said.
His death, from
Iscehmic heart disease,
has left me dying inside.
Truth is, weβre all older than
we think we are.
May you always be at peace, Douglas. Written forΒ Miz Quickly‘s final writing prompt of June. Write a poem backwards (start with the last line, and work toward the first). A fun aside is this dittyΒ The World Turned Upside DownΒ – a 17th century English ballad. The image is “Lines in the Austrian Alps”Β byΒ Marek PiwnickiΒ onΒ Unsplash.Β Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter Β Β©Misky 2021
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