Rubbish out

Sidney put the rubbish out

A day after they had gone

He was quite surprised to see for once

The sun at last had shone

 

Then he climbed the stairs back to his flat

Then locked the door three times

By pure chance it coincided with

The local, church bell, chimes

 

He then sat in tattered armchair

With its time worn contours deep

On his lap his favourite kitten

That in no time was asleep

 

He had to make his mind up

What to do and should he move

He felt chastened and rejected

That his name they sought remove

 

Though this flat had no great memories

It was closest to a home

Now he faced the whole wide world itself

And to enter it alone

 

They found him four days later

Laying silent in his bed

The cats were all well cared for

All well groomed and plenty fed

 

What they asked was just a step too far

To a person quite content

Who chose to go out quietly

Not rant or shout or vent

 




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