End Of Days

My father didn’t stir from his chair

Those last three years

A bungalow his lair

A mug of tea the paper

Warm house mammy there

Study the horses place a bet

Channel Four on air


Good food on the table

Comfy bed

Mammy to look after him

Always well fed

Visits from the family

Memories in his head

Looking out the window

Wherever those thoughts led


Now I’m here the same

Quiet days

Getting old

Slowing in my ways

The long and winding road

The noisy human maze

Has come to this

A peaceful final phase


Brian Fahy

6 October 2022

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