The Islander

A chance acquaintance on that island bus said he was eighty of age have fled for some years the city's rush on the island have rented a cottage. I live in peace here the place is nice live life the way I please four hundred a month is no high price to pay for the freedom from leash. No fan in my room I don't need one make do with a sixty watt light when my leisured day is fully done there's a bed for resting out the night. But one regret my mind still bears no way now for it to recompense it took me so long my life's most years to know having little is big gains. He got down from the bus one stop before me waved with his age shriveled hand he would never know how him I envy the loner in one remote island!