Tuesday, 4 August 2009


It was quite in the lane,
In the middle of the night,
When he exited his house
Just a year ago.

I was there with the dog,
Walking up and down the cobbles,
Stopping every few steps
To sniff the privet,

Whilst not so far away,
Behind air tight double glaze,
There were screams around the pain,
And whispers for relief;

He’d been there all my life,
And a good friend of my dad,
Who’d died three years before
In relative tranquility.

But here on this evening,
As cancer crept unto its heights,
My neighbour lost his battle
As death bettered him.

And the world turns restfully,
In those hours of transition,
When life and death are tested
And only one succeeds.

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