The End of a Family

There was an old man

Who lived down the street

I saw him outside his house upon occasion

He was walking around looking at the weeds in his bushes

And the paint peeling from his fence

His car had been placed in the garage for many years

Never moved just sitting there idle

The trees in his yard sprouted buds in the spring

And later leaves

Only to shed them a few months later floating to the ground

To lie on his lawn

Never to be raked

The snow fell upon them

A window never opened

A shade never closed

No lights were turned on

There appeared no life inside

No comings or going

It was reputed that his family

Once had lived there

Only to die away as the fall turns to winter

Their names no longer remembered

Nor what they did

What he had done in life no one knew for sure

The only thing they knew

Was that he was an old man

Who would someday die too

And then who would live in his house

No one knew

Not even him

James Tucci

May 29, 2014

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