Day in the life

It  doesn't hit me til later.

Now,
  even mentioning it,
  I feel like a conceited a*s.

Not the act,
  just talking about it.

Food for a neighbor,
  extra that I will not miss.

Walls are thin,
  hear most every word.

Grew quiet for a bit,
  but felt warm.

For the first time in a long while,
  I heard laughter.

Tonight,
  I may sleep.

Reviews

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~ oh... i don't even have words to express how much sensitivity, concern and warmth there is in this piece... superbly written, monsieur jon... thou art an incredibly humane human...