Monday, February 17, 2020

a neighbour died


The zombie's old man
This morning I heard the news
He was gone in his sleep
He left his world for good

Normally there would be shouting
His old lady would shout at him
It was a one way traffic communication
The old man could hardly talk

He used to stand at his porch
For hours he would stand and watch
At the vehicles passing by or motorbikes
Sometimes outsiders would talk to him

Of course he could hardly talk
He had long tongue difficult to make his words
He took a long time to form it
So he hardly communicate

One day he took off his shirt
He had fret board on his chest
He grew thin and he walked with a limp
He had ailments he didn't take proper food

His old lady would scream at him
Telling him to walk but he refused
He stood at his porch staring at nothing
Until one day he hardly came to the porch

Two months later I heard the news
The old man had died in his sleep
Maybe he got fed up with his wife nagging
Now he left his world and had his peace


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