There's an art competition (all sorts of art)going on and one of my groups were invited to participate.

Dennis said, oh I'll do a poem, my paintings are not good enough.
And he did and he made us all cry, I think he should win the first price.

My old Chair

I live in sheltered housing

I love my little flat

I haven't got a dog

I haven't got a cat

So when I'm feeling lonely

I sit in my old chair

And think of all the good times

When my dear wife was there

I lie right back

And close my eyes

And roll back all the years

And think of all the happy times

The sadness and the tears

And then at night

I turn on the light

And take the phone off the hook

And settle down in my old chair

With a whisky and a book

And when I'm feeling tired

And the last page I read

I put down my book

Turn out the light

And make my way to bed

Dennis Doyle

Hope you enjoyed it as I did.

:wave: