the weight

bent
over with an early
season of
old age.
the satchel
is heavy with secrets.
lies.
we look left
then right,
under the bed.
the hedges outside,
hidden from
light. who knows what
we know.
few even care.
the bitter taste
of regret
for mistakes made
are difficult to wash away.
deception and dishonesty
are served
cold and hard
throughout his life.