A lonely existence, memory fading, Can’t recall the number on my door, Can’t remember the names of my neighbours. Letter writing non-existent, Pick up the phone. Never set eyes on a good book, Watch TV. Silence is unheard of, Stretch my legs with a stroll to the shops. Nicotine stains my lungs, Alcohol sears through veins. I feel a nothing among millions, Just another name on a file, With unemployment a first choice in jobs. Despair tears at my memory, A cold tear spells no hope. Senses fix to the noise and fumes of passing traffic, Though, now, I’m used to it, I’ve forgotten through the years.