“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.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the rhyme word is “tip” which should appear in a D line where the rhyme scheme is ABBAACCDDC.