The Chair

Sat with his children on his lap The proudest man alive He thought he had the whole wide world Right there by his side. So soon all he had was lost Before he had chance to moan He found himself sitting in that chair But this time all alone. He looked round for his babies They were nowhere to be seen Only dust and fallen memories Of where they once had been. He still hears their laughter Echo round the hall He can’t believe how much he lost He thought he had it all.