Luck

As luck would have it  
Charlie died at ninety two  
and luck again played court.  
The lease was up,Jack had to move,  
it was small but Jane was gone  
and beggars can't be choosers.  
It took no time to move,  
the cooker and the fridge  
sideboard and the like  
his wellies and his gun  
beds and things like that.  
Never had much stuff  
didn't see the point,  
never had a car and  
the bike's good enough.  
Just up the road they have a Merc  
and things they call white goods  
never been tempted  
money never been a problem  
always just enough  
to pay the bills in cash.  
The dog is curled asleep  
lottery ticket on the shelf,  
midnight chiming on the radio,  
they'll tell him in the pub tomorrow  
you never know . . . . . . .  
he's been lucky once,when  
Charlie died at ninety two.