His Best Joy Ride

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By Frank Atanacio


He knew it,

and it was near,

by the end of the year,

he saw his health

begin to suffer,

thinking about it so much

he just sits,

waiting for death to touch,

he coughed in fits,

a deep, rasping hack,

a phlegm attach,

worse than a smoker’s wheeze,

it stayed with him through the day,

like a summer breeze,

at times it was just nerve racking,

the doctor said it was cancer,

he tried laughing,

but a thin wheeze gave way

to the continuous hacking,

two weeks later,

he was having trouble

just getting out of bed,

he started shaving his head,

when he was alone he wept,

and no matter how much he slept,

he woke up exhausted,

he’d sit around with his son,

and they’d chew the fat,

he cheated on his wife once,

and felt guilty about that,

of course it was before they got married,

and it was the only secret he’d hide,

but the guilt ate him up inside,

he decided to tell her

so he took her for a final joy-ride,

it was difficult telling her,

God knows he tried,

she said she had always known about it,

and then they laughed, hugged and cried,

she told him it was his past,

not hers,

and if he ever do it again,

she’d kick his ass,

he sighed,

and realized,

it was his best joy-ride.

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Just Ask Susan Level 8 Commenter 3 months ago

Confessions shall set you free ? :)

I was expecting this to be about an actual car ride. I enjoyed this piece.

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Sunnie Day Level 8 Commenter 3 months ago

Such a poem of real life circumstances..sad but freeing..Thank you Frank...:)

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Frank Atanacio Hub Author 3 months ago

Thank you Just Ask Susan for taking a joy-ride and Sunnie Day it is sad and freeing thank you for stopping by :)

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justateacher Level 7 Commenter 3 months ago

Your poem reminds me of my mom in her final days. She had COPD and had the rasping cough you mention. Soon after my mother married my step-father, a "friend" of hers called to tell her that he was seen in the topless bar down the road from them. Another "friend" called to tell her that, not only had he been in the bar, he was flirting with the dancers...

My mother's comments to both was "It doesn't matter where he goes or who he flirts with, he always comes home to me." When she confronted my step-dad about it, she told him that it was okay for him to go and even to flirt, but if it ever went further she would kick his ass!

Great write, as always. Voted up and SHARING!

And by the way...her name was "Joy"...

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Frank Atanacio Hub Author 3 months ago

Justateacher that was such a fitting story..bless you for sharing Frank

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John Sarkis Level 7 Commenter 3 months ago

This is really awesome Frank.

A story came out a few weeks ago about a couple that had been married for 70 years or so. I was thinking about it while reading your narrative. It seems as if they were going to see a relative and were involved in a fatal car accident. What was so beautiful about the narrative was their bodies were found in the car looking and smiling at each other. If there's ever a way to go....

Voted up

John

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Sky9106 Level 8 Commenter 3 months ago

He He! You are one of a kind. you blew his stop , expose his ways and even you know he is dying , he must explain his sins before, marriage. Well I guess he looked for it . I happy that it came after you realized that love cannot be taught

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Frank Atanacio Hub Author 3 months ago

Joh that was a wonderful story thanks for sharing it I had not read that news line bless you.. and Sky it seems that we all have secrets.. I guess you're right he wanted to come clean :)

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Vinaya Ghimire Level 8 Commenter 3 months ago

I felt like watching a short movie.

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Frank Atanacio Hub Author 3 months ago

thanks VG

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writer20 Level 8 Commenter 3 months ago

I enjoyed this some what sad poem with fun. voted up and funny.

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Frank Atanacio Hub Author 3 months ago

thank you writer20 :)

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Express10 Level 6 Commenter 3 months ago

Bittersweet and awesome poem.

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raciniwa 3 months ago

the shoulda, woulda, coulda...have saved him from day to day torment...what a waste...nice Frank...

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Eiddwen 3 months ago

A powerful and clever poem;great work again Frank.

Here's to so many more to share on here.

Take care;

Eddy.

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Frank Atanacio Hub Author 3 months ago

thank you express 10 for stopping by Raci.. you're right.. and Eddy yes to many more bless you all

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thelyricwriter Level 8 Commenter 3 months ago

Voted up and all across! Nice poem Mr. Frank. Ahh, this one hits home big time. The old lady's dad was diagnosed with cancer, already in stage 4. This sounds just like him though. He doesn't want to treat it with anything. We're looking at anyday right now. He just doesn't want it. In the end, it is his choice though. Sorry to take away from this great poem Frank. Awesome job!!

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Frank Atanacio Hub Author 3 months ago

im sorry to hear that my friend he'll be in our prayers bless you guys

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