Imaginary Winnings Poem by Mark Heathcote

As an Imaginary writing challenge
If, I won a hefty 1 million dollars
It wouldn't be enough for me to manage
A rural cottage - would take the coffers.

In England's countryside, maybe more than half
I'd want a car and a large-sized garage
It well could be my final epitaph,
His life's struggle was it sabotaged.

He won the lottery, and then he died.
Shortly after; too much of everything
They said in the daily papers, he died
Owing everybody and couldn't afford a coffin.