My cosy resting place from the world I hide
Sitting silently and solemnly with memories by my side
Casting out my hatred on the icy path I left behind
Unravelling the many pixels taken over the years that were not so kind
I sit and stare aimlessly as the many folk pass my empty abode
The paper to hand ready for my next visit to the commode
The TV on maximum volume to shut out the noise from next door
A young family with hammers and drills it is all out war
Retirement! Patience! Kind old People! I hate those dreaded words
To be left to get on by yourself that’s what is really absurd
Christmas, Birthday, New Year do you know what that means to me?
For once there might be a chance of something decent on the Tele
I am not bitter, not at all, I enjoy my humble home
Not left it in 10yrs now since I had been left sadly alone
I have a routine life making sure I am always in bed for ten
Every morning sit by the window and watch the world go by again
A jungle for a garden with great breeds of wildlife
It was once taken care of before until I lost my wife
The world seemed very different then, I enjoyed my ‘ever after’
No sooner do you say the words and it’s gone, no more laughter
I have double glazing in my home though you’ll see single pane
I have the glass to protect from the elements
And the eyes to hide my pain