15 August 2012
I only knew him as Lenny, Leonard Frank Gardner was his name. Born in 1933, into the world, next door, he came.
He lived there his whole lifetime, never married, had no kids. So when he died, not many cried, for a lonely life was his.
He was a lovely old man, always kept his garden nice. A pint of guinness down the pub, every night, his only vice.
Now, he only had one fireplace, this old man who lived alone. Didn't have a fitted kitchen, or nice bathroom in his home.
But since old Lenny passed away, there's been a real change. See, the council has been busy, though I can't help but find it strange.
Because now there's central heating, fitted kitchen, bathroom too. Even had the decorators in, made the old place look brand new.
Why couldn't they have done it, for that man so frail and old. Who suffered every winter, as these houses get real cold.
I see a real injustice as their tearing down his shed. They should have done these things when Lenny was living, instead of waiting until he was dead.
R.I.P Leonard Frank Gardner 1933-2012
Empty House • Opuss № I