Imaginary Winnings - Poem by Mark Heathcote
As an Imaginary writing challenge
If, I won a hefty 1 million dollars
It wouldn’t be enough for me to manage
A rural cottage - would take the coffers.
In England’s countryside, may be more than half
I’d want a car and a large sized garage
It well could be my final epitaph,
His life’s struggle was it sabotaged.
He won the lottery, and then he died.
Shortly after; too much of everything
They said in the daily papers he died
Owing everybody and couldn’t afford a coffin.
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