Homestretch (For Greg)

Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOGBCY2FM_c

We were drinking ourselves
into the grave.
I escaped temporarily.
Greg didn't.
He was crossing a
busy street in Iowa City.
In his baggy, dirty jeans
was a bottle of vodka that
he had just lifted.
I'm guessing he was in
too big a hurry to
"get well" and knock
off the shakes.
A minivan ran him down.

Before the booze wrecked him,
he was a lawyer, and a pretty
damn good golfer.
But what I remember the
best were our days at Prairie
Meadows, playing the ponies.
We cashed a few winning
tickets together, and
tore up some losers too.

God bless you, little buddy.
You're on the homestretch now.

Author's Note

My latest book, Sleep Always Calls, is available on Amazon.com
https://www.amazon.com/Sleep-Always-Calls-Thomas-Case/dp/B0F7FS5DQB/ref=sr

website www.thomaswcase.com

Reviews

[Lara]

That's sad, Thomas.
I sense the obvious repression of emotion in the speakers voice, but then - it makes for an entirely generous memorial for your friend and holds the good times unmarred.
Great write. Excellent control.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Lara. I appreciate it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am so sorry you lost your friend this way.
Yes, he is in the homestretch...so many succumb to the bottle and leave the really happy, productive lives they once had.
j.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend. I appreciate it.

[SYNN]

Good evening, Thomas W Case. I feel for you losing such a good friend.
Talk to me anytime. Private messages.
Love and condolences, Dessi (Desiree')

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you.