Next Door

I met my next door neighbor
For the first time yesterday
I waved a cheery greeting
As I went upon my way.
Til then the only inkling
That someone lived upstairs
Were footsteps in the morning
And the noise of moving chairs.
I wondered what he looked like
Was he tall or short or thin?
Conundrum solved one morning
As he rolled his wheelie bin.
It’s nice to know your neighbours
Creating a new friend
It’s nice to know your neighbours
That’s what matters in the end.
Imagine my embarrassment
As I rose my hand up high
The wave not once acknowledged
Be neither seeing eye.
His dog strained his tight collar
With inconsiderable ease
But I’d wager one new dollar
Guide dogs aren’t Pekingese.

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