A Good Neighbor

We all knew he was dying
When his friends and family came
The cancer curse had taken hold
And all his strength was drained

No more than just a neighbor
Just, “Hi, how are you today?”
Sometimes we’d stop and chat a bit
But we had not much to say

He had been pushing eighty
A most respectful age
I guess he’s in the paper now
I’m sure you know the page

I wonder if they’ll sell the house
Or will his wife stay on
I’m glad I got to know him though
But like his life, he’s gone