Alone Poem by Clyde King

I can't get used to
Being used to
Being alone,
Know what I mean?

Wife dead nearly
Three years now,
Kids grown and gone.
No grandkids either.

My immediate family
Consists of a dog, Brooklyn,
And two cats: Daisy Mae
And Mickey Meowse.

My fur babies think
I'm a Pez dispenser-
Flip the lip
And food comes out.

Oh well. I love them
And they love me.
They're nicer than
A lot of people I know.

I wish I could teach them how
To talk, read, and write,
Like Robinson Crusoe
Taught Friday.

Except Friday was human.

Nov.2020