OLE IN VEGAS.A Poem by Terry CollettWhat Ole might do now he is in spirit.Ole planned to go to Las Vegas but he didn't make it his untimely death got in the way (such are the plans of mice and men they say) he even noted it on his Face Book page mentioned in passing as if a whole clear road was visible ahead (now he's dead) but I can can see him now in spirit making his own way there taking in the bright lights the neon signs the shows to be seen (getting in for free too what a Mutley laugh that will bring) and Ole in his black hat and coat and shirt and dark shades making his way at his own slow pace around the casinos his ghostly hand pulling a few arms of one armed bandit machines while the punters look on s**t witless as the arm goes down again and again or in the other games I can see you taking your own part your sense of gamble and fair play wandering the tables ghostly whispering advice (in your quiet voice being nice) having a cool beer at the bar or Jim Beam or Jameson if they've got it you sitting there the barman unaware you there taking in the whole scene the big shows the bright lights neon signs wish I could go there with you walk at your side sharing a beer or whiskey a soft conversation or that special silence we often shared when words weren't needed where the bond was strong go to Vegas my son go to Las Vegas Ole take in the whole scene of Vegas fun my departed son. © 2014 Terry CollettReviews
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StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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