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
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Beautiful homely poem. I am sorry about your loneliness but dont worry you have us on PH and we have you. I loved the name Mickey Meowse....brilliant poetic name.