Lefty

A good guy crashed

On the road today.

A bill came due and

He did pay

With a big chunk of life

That left his wife

And me,

Holding his bags.

Baggage filled with lonely stuff

Filled by a guy who had enough

Of what this world can offer.

Knocked his wife right off her

Wobbly ladder

That always had her

Hanging by a thread

Could he avoid death?

Or would it find him

Always climbing

From a hole he dug

From him, a shrug.

His life laying on that line.