Here’s a poem to challenge your power of prediction. Don’t peep at the end before reading the poem through.


Old Jim lay on his bed of pain

The fever chilled his brow,

He turned to face his wife again

She reached to touch him now


“Remember how old Ned broke out

And threw me to the ground,

I called you with a hasty shout

I knew you were around.”


“Then there’s the time the tractor wheel

Had pinned me underneath,

I struggled loose, for I could feel

Your empathy: your grief!”


“And there’s the time the fire broke out

It burned our new built house,

I knew you would be round about

You helped the fire to douse.”


“Or when I fell into the tank

I felt your presence near,

And when foreclosure by the bank

You shed a silent tear.”


Old Mabel smiled a weary smile

Remembering the days,

For she remembered every trial,

She waited for his praise.


Old Jim sat up in obvious pain

She wondered at his pluck

“And here you’re with me once again

Oh Mabel, you’re bad luck!”


“© Copyright Ian Grice 2014, all rights reserved

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15 Comments Add yours

  1. janoboscher says:

    I almost cried until I read the last line. You’re cruel, man! Haha real nice poetry, I like it.


    1. Yes my sense of humour gets me into trouble at times. lol


  2. Madhu says:

    You got me too Ian!!! The ungrateful wretch! 🙂


    1. Haha! He was a four twenty wasn’t he?


  3. Eddie & Esther Norton says:

    You are such a great writer of poems and stories! thanks for sharing. Esther


    1. I enjoy writing. It’s one of my major hobbies in retirement.


  4. jstansfeld says:

    You did a good job with your ballad-style narration of the litany of Ned’s troubles and then you caught me by surprise – poor, faithful, Mabel! You have the ballad poem down to a tee.
    Cheerio, Jane


    1. I like different styles of poetry, but like the ballad format best. You can put poems in this format to music easily.


  5. Mags Corner says:

    Funny!! That was not what I was expecting. But not surprised by the ending knowing your humor and talent my sweet friend. Hugs


    1. I knew I’d catch quite a few with this poem. lol


  6. Oh Ian, that was so good. You got me with this one.


  7. Eric Alagan says:

    LOL! I was expecting some pronouncements of profound love etcetera.

    You got me cold!


    1. And here you thought you already had me filed in a box. lol


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