Now that I’ve reached 
a certain age
I’m afraid
every ring of the phone
every knock on the door,

Might be telling me 
someone ain’t on this earth
no more.

Dropped stone cold dead
while lying on the couch
watching reruns of NCIS.

Cops rummaging through,
the mess. Looking for clues, 
of who did what and,
who knew who.

But a bit excited too
that maybe one of the kids 
or the neighbor or
a stranger selling bibles,

Dropped by 
just to say hi
and I end up
having an hour-long
talk 

About how
my warranty has expired
or why I’m always 
so tired anymore