Sometimes I wonder
What holds this house together
The beams are rotten
And the windows rattle in the breeze
Built like an afterthought
Like it’s written in parentheses
Just like me
I am the last man
You’d expect to live forever
But here I am now
Coming on eighty-eight
Holding on to life
In a sentimental way
Day to day
I have kids who have kids
Who have kids of their own
Now they’re grown up and gone
They’ve grown up and gone
Looking out my window
There’s starlings by the hedges
I wonder what they’re talking about
Sitting in the leaves
Discussing dragonflies
Or the bats living in my eaves
Or maybe me
They’re talking about me