The Last Pill
by Agnes Clarke
Numbers round and round they invade my brain and stay
Fresh numbers on the motorway each car plate comes my way
Counting is a way of life from childhood I confess
Now my life has turned around and with money I am blessed
Friends abound and round me flock to share my win with glee
Each has a tale to tell with laughter and such cherished memories
Pretty flowers and champagne flowing when the news was heard
Letters and cards arriving each with a begging word
So again the counting is started this time that money free
Each friend who needed something their pleas they haunted me
Advice was offered freely but silly thoughts would fill my mind
To risk those friends who dearly loved me I could not be unkind
Now bitterness surrounds me and so called friends have flown
Cherished memories they did not last my heart has turned to stone
Abandoned and forgotten no champagne now just wine
Cheap and nasty tasting we get along just fine
Sitting wrapped in tattered clothes a two room shack is home
The river bed of money has been plundered and has gone
Greed and deceit their constant companions the countdown to the end
That last pill was so hard to take now loneliness is my friend
Writers Bio
I am a retired housewife and grandmother of Jacob
I have been writing poetry for quite a few years
I enjoy the challenge of creating my verse especially from pictures
I live in Lisburn N Ireland and have been married for 48 years
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