Mr. Bony's 13 Days

Mr. Bony came to my house with a big pouch,
A pouch full of candies to eat — but they’d already been bitten by a mouse.
Mr. Bony, the next day, came to my home,
With a job form to get a job of a businessman in Rome?

Mr. Bony, the third day, came to my apartment,
With a new yoga mat that made my heart melt —
But told me to use it as a shoe rug at my work department.
Mr. Bony, the fourth day, came to my flat,
With a small cat, knowing I’m allergic to kitties —
And waited for me to shout, to hear me claat.

Mr. Bony, the fifth day, came to my residence,
With a flower bouquet congratulating me on becoming president — with no evidence.
Mr. Bony, the sixth day, came to my accommodation,
On my birthday, with baggy clothes "in fashion",
Then told me to donate them to charity — not use them on vacation.

Mr. Bony, the seventh day, came to my lodge,
With a stranger who claimed to be diet coach.
He mixed and messed up all my meals,
Leaving my kitchen a hodgepodge
Mr. Bony, the eighth day, came to my ghar,
With my golden retriever — but it had no fur.
It made me stare and glare, scared,
As he always acted rough and weird with me — which wasn't fair.

Mr. Bony, the ninth day, came to my duplex,
Wearing my stolen clothes to flex —
And ended up getting a suplex.
Mr. Bony, the tenth day, came to my chalet,
I didn’t open the door, so he left a banana peel on the floor —
So that I might slip and fall flat

Mr. Bony, the eleventh day, came to my cottage,
Saw me feeding stray dogs and started recording my footage.
Mr. Bony, the twelfth day, came to my loft,
Thought I’d be calm and act soft,
But ran from my angry face, afraid I’d throw him aloft.

Mr. Bony, the thirteenth day, came to my neighborhood,
With a sorry note and a bag of labor food.
And from that day, he never returned to my doorsteps —
No more signs of that old man in torn caps.

I started missing him, sipping coffee alone —
That coffee gave me peps, and a chill to the bone.
Later I found out: he didn’t just disappear — he was gone,
He’d died years ago… in a parking zone.
That parking zone? Which was next to my home this whole time.

This whole experience made me question my humanity,
Inside that did a lot of crime,
By not being kind to Mr. Bony who is elder than me,
But later realized he is late Mr. Bony that caught me off guard.

It’s hard to accept that people gone never come back,
But some souls complete their last wishes — before their final track.
Because when it’s done… they never return for a playback.

Say back My mom once said:
"Souls that hold their last wishes
mold them into goals in the last 13 days."
They get, and God chosed me to make things set,
and drafted me to be Mr. Bony's last raft.

After getting some info about Mr. Bony from the locals,
Got to know he was a silent single old man who got bullied and trolled his whole life but never was vocal.

Knowing about my experience as a bully myself in the past,
Maybe at last Mr. Bony wanted to take revenge from such people like me from deep down his heart till it  lasts ,
On that very last thirteenth day.