Tip

by Frank Hubeny

“No need to worry. You look good
You’re healthier than most I’ve seen.”

His diet’s simple, conscience clean –
Except when doing what what he would
Instead of what he knew he should.
Some end will come. Although he’d pay,
No doctor then could make him stay.
Perhaps today the ground will tip.
On what’s unknown, his feet shall slip
And then, like dust, he’d blow away.

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