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In Years Time

Updated: Mar 18, 2021

In years time

I’ve often thought

I’ll be like the man next door


not lonely

with books and films

rarely out

but daily checkups


daily bottles

and a quick hello

to the young one

next door.


without a walking stick

I should cherish most

before I stumble around


from age

and the stumble

fatally - proven,

I think anyway...

the smell came first

then fly

after fly

and a moment’s realisation next light

his windows

covered with those pests

and the front door


for few whole days.

He lay there

the sight of fallen legs

all grey and blue

truly enough

decay signed the air.

here (next door)

another one vanished

I never got his name

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