I am the Shadow of Death

I reside in a 'Sheltered Home'.

A place for elderly residents.

There are about seventy to eighty flats here with just as many residents.

I am not too bad on faces �" but names I just cannot remember.

I try my best with imagining many nick-names in my head.

Yet still, many times - I cannot get it right.

The other day I heard of yet another sad death.

It occurs here quite a lot.

What amazes me more is the way when one dies they are quickly out..,

And the next one moves in.,

All within one week!

I imagine a scene of new furniture being moved in.,

Whilst a coffin is being moved out.

More to my point.,

Somebody else died last week and I just had to find out who.

I got a name but then I got it all mixed up again.,

So, that morning I went downstairs into the lobby.,

I saw an old guy sitting in a chair..,

I very politely said to him, 'Is it true that Nobby has died?'

He said to me., 'I am Nobby!'

'Now I feel like the 'Grim Reaper!'