In Years Time
Updated: Mar 18, 2021

In years time
I’ve often thought
I’ll be like the man next door
alone
not lonely
with books and films
rarely out
but daily checkups
before
daily bottles
and a quick hello
to the young one
next door.
life
without a walking stick
I should cherish most
before I stumble around
naturally
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
open
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