As Days Cool Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

As the day cools

It is getting a bit lonely here
as I`m not a member of the expat set
and my Portuguese friends have died
or moved into town, living in a village that
lack what elderly people need
and has made into town`s to be near
the family.

The local English newspaper here that
used to take in my poems and opinions has
got a new editor and strictly commercial
I tried years ago to play golf, but I found the clubs
pretentious and also expensive
and my comments about this vast waste of time
was not welcome.

It is difficult to be a socialist around here, for
my wife it is as bad as having a dog in the house.
I have been thinking of getting an elderly dog
as a companion, one that has suffered loss
to give it a few years of happiness doesn’t sound
like socialism to me.