ANONYMOUS AUTOBIOGRAPHY

Installing myself on the casement chair,

Grabbing tome of a billionaire.

Gaze fell on that affluent grey beard next door.

Never had I ever saw a single soul interacting before.

Defect by sure by how his feet affixed,

Pondering undulated all day long.

Back to book, Strange name of luminary depicts,

Pseudonym carries the book’s penning being on.

So I started reading, little was I aware of,

That’s when I opened the door of decadence for hoary.

Lines proceeded when it popped in sense,

The describing of bungalow at window’s site’s life story.

A man who used to run peddle of life,

With a pen in hand and a sonnet on sheet.

Held a word he gave to his buddy,

Desire to imbibe swimming lagged to next rise on repeat,

Drowned in the nick of time.

A sentence one wrote in intervals,

This peculiar lasting of unending tale didn’t go undetected.

My inquisitive soul never denigrated,

That’s when the chapters span and other phase of story reflected.

The poem was not running well,

The more I looked, the older his face got.

Till the next time sun ever shined,

Even the shreds that could witness his existence ain’t caught.