George Reflected 1969.

After his wife died 

and his stroke 

George sold up 

and moved to the Lodge. 

He shared a room 

with a Cornish old seaman 

whose language 

delved into four letter words. 

The young carer 

made George's day to day 

better and was there 

early morning 

to help wash and shave 

and dress him 

and on call 

if he needed him 

for toilet visits. 

But once in the lounge 

by the washroom 

he sat and smoked 

and mused on his life. 

He survived the Great War 

unlike some of his friends 

and married the girl 

who waited for him. 

His son visited 

every week from afar 

and it brought him joy. 

But where 

with moments

had the time gone?

he mused. 

All those years gone 

and just memories 

flowing back and forth 

and back again

of happiness 

and loss and pain.