His property adjoins mine.
We never talk, just nod at each other.
He’s weathered and torn from the years.
Wears a natural scowl.
Leave me alone…
And everyone does.
But then she visited....
Four years and I’d never seen him smile,
But I could hear his laughter across the backyard,
As they colored pictures on his patio.
…And I thought of my own advancing years.
Copyright © David Allan | Year Posted 2018
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