the cheerful man

my neighbor
in the apartment building
is
always happy.
his friends too,
who visit with a smile.
a cake,
or tray of food.
I want to kill him
at times.
so perky.
so full of life and fun.
he's cheerful
to beat the drum.
I try to avoid him
at times.
listening at the door
for when he leaves,
when he comes.
how are you he says,
old chum.
gorgeous weather we're
having, yes?
no kids, no pets,
no wife.
I hear music
all day
between the walls of me,
and him. laughter
and frivolity all day
and night. and
all of it just makes
me glum.