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