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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