Man At Peace

The Christmas tree shone, brightening up the room Decorations hung in splendour Gifts lay beneath the tree He was sat in his favourite armchair A man at peace with the world He would watch the children run down the stairs The room would come alive as they opened their presents A special present for the good lady The noise drifted into the past A long time ago Seemed like yesterday The accident The Policewoman crying, telling him the news The day he died inside Seventeen years now Always the same ritual Made the day seem right, special Memories came flooding back He sat down to rest Slowly drifting off to sleep They found him that way In his favourite armchair A man at peace with the world.