I’m just the non disturbing man next door

Photo by Jukan Tateisi on Unsplash

Some do not want to be disturbed
Some want their voices to be loud
The lots misguided by fears absurd
The growing few gather in crowds.

I also live here, take a look at my hands
They’re not worn out, but soft no more
I do nothing to try to hold back the sands
Of the hourglass leading to the…