The Coin!

On a bright sunny day near the shops a teenager

became inquisitive he could see

by a drain cover something reflecting sun light

bending to pick it up was surprised

only to find that this was a coin looking like new

soon this find he would rue!

 

Sure he had discovered a valuable piece of treasure

put it in his pocket very pleased

walking to meet his girlfriend at a nearby store

eager to tell her of the coin

nestled in his trouser pocket that he had spotted

with her he was so besotted.

 

Approaching could see her ahead impatiently waiting

not looking walked into a post

doubled up on the pavement in pain being shunned

as he got up she was running

before reaching him a car swerved sharply she was hit

aghast he could not believe it!

 

Adrenaline began to pump around his now aching body

luckily a glancing blow shaken

got up flustered and sore apart from that seemed okay

he was sympathetic after his knock

the elderly car driver was not so lucky a heart attack

wanting to help but was pulled back!

 

An ambulance paramedic said the man was deceased

his girl they said should be checked

so ended up in the casualty unit just to make sure

why had this happened he mused

then remembered the coin he had recently found

was it bad luck concerned frowned.

 

Hours later they left nearly run down by a trolley

as it sped by with a patient

it was at that point he threw the coin on the grass

outside  that made him feel good

hand in hand they got on a bus happily together

it felt right and still nice weather.

 

A short time later an ambulance paramedic saw a glint

in the grass as he went by

and thought himself lucky as he picked up the coin

but immediately nearly tripped

just saving himself thought nothing of it and walked on

with no idea there was anything wrong!

 

Reaching his ambulance and his fellow crew member

this would be a day they would remember!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Narrow Lane!

Even as a young child the narrow lane

was a place of  fear!

I’m never at ease when I come back

and travel the route.

Nothing has changed that I can tell

a path to a dark spell!

 

My parents farm is situated at the end

called hangman’s noose!

Which made me curious why this name

had always been used.

Often I’d seen a young woman walking

but faded as I tried talking!

 

My friends had seen her to and reluctant

to tread that path again!

None of the locals ventured along there

the superstition ran deep!

Strangers often took the wrong turning

tyre rubber soon burning!

 

Though not all got safely back on track

some swerved and crashed.

Into an old tree halfway along the lane

none of them survived!

Stories written of malevolent forces

told to me by reliable sources!

 

Never in my memory did I ever feel alone

going down the narrow lane!

Oppressive and barren voices in the breeze

my parents still live there.

They knew more of its past than they’d say

our ancestors under the lane lay!

 

My father only said for sinful deeds they’d done!

this will be your curse to son!

 

What these were the answers I’ve yet to discover!

 

The Foureyed Poet.