Nobody is Dead.

Leslie

The old man lay down,
As if a possum playing dead
The grandfather clock rang,
But the old man did nothing.

Time seemed to ticked slowly,
As if nothing going on at all
Too caught up in life
The old man gazed at a faded picture.
 
It was of a woman that looked
So delicate she could break
Her face was sad
And she was colorless.
 
The man started to sniffle
He had a half drunken bottle in his hand
He held it up to his mouth a drank
But he still managed to let a single tear fall.

The man was alone in the lonely night
He had nobody to lean on
Nobody to love or to be loved by
The man was alone and forgotten.

Until one day, he couldn’t take it anymore
The gun lay on the table
With shaky hands and weary eyes, he picked it up
He held it to his head a pulled the trigger.

Nobody was sad because of this death
Because he had nobody and he was nobody
Nobody cried
Because he wasn’t worth crying for.