never shared any of my attempt at poetry before;;

a poem, i wrote when i learned of the death ,,( thru the papers,,) of a man who died alone at christmas time 2 years ago,, he was dead about 7 weeks before anyone knew,,
so much for the old fashioned neighbour,,
he was only found because a passer by noticed that the christmas decorations were still up near the end of february.
sad in this day and age when we have such technology,,

MAYBE THAT IS WHAT IS WRONG,

ALONE TO DIE,

ALONE. TO DIE.

DESERTED BED
EMPTY CHAIR
NO TRUDGING STEP
UPON THE STAIR,

LEFT ALONE
OLD AND BENT
WHILE NEIGHBOUR’S WORKED
TO PAY THEIR RENT,

AND ALONE HE DIED
AND NO ONE KNEW
DEAD THEY SAY
A MONTH OR TWO,

A LITTLE CROSS
TO MARK HIS END
A DAFFODIL
HIS ONLY FRIEND,

ALL ALONE TO DIE.

PEADER HOOLAN
2012
WEXFORD,

In memory of
Alan moore
Lower john street
Wexford