the lonely years
He came home early
Switched on the news
Which was read by a
Who fell several times, over his own
There was only one channel.
After the news, a lady played guitar
End of evening TV.
He took his bike out of the shed
And cycled to the nearest pub
There was only 3 of them in the town
And they closed at eleven.
Cycling home was
He pushed the bike uphill.
Since his wife had left the flat
It reeked on loneliness
He fell asleep on an old chair in the shed.