Harry died in his bed, sad

But nobody knew.

Someone knocked on his door

After a week or two.

When there wasn’t an answer

Someone went away,

Just thought he was deaf

Or, gone out for the day.

Then a week or two later

The mail’s in the hall

But the postman’s too busy

To give him a call,

And the milkman stopped coming

A long time ago;

When there isn’t a sign

How would anyone know?

That an old man of eighty

Was lying in bed

All his wisdom and memories

Long since left his head;

Now, there’s no sign of life

Just the flies on the wall,

Harry’s waiting for someone to miss him

And call;

But it’s been such a long time

Since Harry had friends.

His dear wife died and left him alone

In the end,

And his children have long since forgotten to call;

Harry knew they were busy

Why worry them all?

So he lay down to sleep

In his lonely bedroom,

And returned to the dark place

He left for the womb.


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