Loneliness Lives Next Door
We learned about lonely people
At a tender impressionable age
Our neighbour was sixty or so
A widower leading a quiet life
Grand-father figure to us kids
We’d drop by visit the odd afternoon
It was dark and lacked life or joy
His little house felt smoky and cloistered
He taught us how to play cribbage
First sips of beer, cigarettes, silver coins
He seemed so painfully lonely
In his little house smoky and cloistered
Posted on December 26, 2017
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2017
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