The Death of a Man

My writings deterioratedi ake thes be editor at thstool im. He lives on his own in a cottage along the yorkshire moors. His dog is his only friend to guide him along. I was rhyme bo is he his family has died. The little money that he has isn't enough. Isn't enough. O, i git a nice rhythm. He's slowly, painfully dying. Ol dyiin shoes. His eyelids close. No more.