Life is a gamble, without preamble.
Till death us do … one and one, make two
You and me, for eternity
Bet your life there’ll be no strife
For richer or poorer, I’d never been surer
A spending spree – notes of Monopoly
In a game of chance, we two were enhanced
A bit of fluttery, like a win on the lottery
Add another one, a super-duper son
We formed a trio, the three musketeers
Winnings slip-slid from slot machines
We were the lucky ones, saying ‘already won’
Together all plush, like a Royal flush
Minted, never stinted, like we’d printed
Wealthy happiness, the riches of bliss
Our band of gold, boldened ‘Pennies from Heaven’
Together, loved and cherished, never shall we perish
Gold nuggets of moonshine gleam like honeyed wine
Our family, glued and grandly gliding
Well-off with being well. Well-being!
Barefoot, well-heeled, dipping toes in warm seas
Over time, silver threads, golden needles
Son’s young friends, in our family blend
From ‘poorly’ days forward, undaunted
Confronting surgery, Hell, Purgatory
Home. Flush with rap, dance, hip-hoppery
All-night celebrations, lots of libation
Singing, bottle-bringing, flinging
All the changes of their ages
Eat, drink, be happy – don’t worry!
Determined strategy. No sign of tragedy
Together, we all thought, till death us do part
Then out of the blue, we three became two.
Wandering the universe, life in reverse
Tragic loss – blame damn hydrocephalus
Left behind, a pair of paupers. No-hopers
Damn, blast and drat, Put a tin lid on that
Mental health in tatters, to the winds scattered
Naught to profit from this. Scuppered, brassic.
Heart attack! Hey Doc! Is it panic?
A month in a haze. On a ward, thirty days
Broken heart syndrome. ‘Just go home!’
‘Home’ – Really? Was it? I wasn’t positive
We had to make a change, before we were deranged.
‘Should get a couple of cats, eh?’ ‘At what cost, hmm?’ I say.
Finally getting brave, I gracefully cave
Grief can make life hard. Yet, two cats in the yard
Fluffy, feline gentry– can provide us with a-plenty!

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