Freedom
It is like having a comfy chair
We don’t appreciate it until it is gone
The lack of it is so unfair
Like a sun that never shone
It is more than just an open door
Or the absence of war
It is laughing or crying loudly
Walking, head up proudly
It is using your voice
Showing your age
Having a choice
of a book or a page
It is browsing in a shop
Dancing ‘til you drop
Eating your fill
Having time to make a will
It is family around you
Old and young
The spice of life
Not the end of a gun