RON

no one to mow the lawn  
when he's down  
the way old people get,  
nobody to worry  
over whether  
he falls pulling his old  
bones out of bed  
or slips in the shower  
or how his memories  
are stewed  
and did he leave  
the hotplate on  
or take the pill  
or pay the bill  
and where is she,  
gone again  
and no one to remind him  
she's gone for good,  
buried like the others