old age

”Well if you want to fall over and break your neck that’s up to you but don’t say I didn’t tell you sonny!”, said the old man waving a crooked finger.

Death glanced down mystified. Shoes? Death raised a head to catch the old man escaping in his immobility scooter.

The old man pushed it to ten miles and hour, he could almost feel the wind around his ears and in his eyebrows, “ You won’t get me!”, he screamed.

“Next left”, Death said in his ear.

Defiantly the old man took the next right, straight into an oncoming lorry.

Sitting in a curry house with Dog, catching up, he said "Every engine has only so many miles to run and a bodies the same".

I thought at the time there was a poem from that one line and sitting here on my lunch break I thought I would give it a go.