Yule tide

Yule Tide

There are no children in this house no eager
Voices full of new life or shining eyes finding
In coloured light an enchanting fairytale.

There is no laughter in this house only tired
Old people slumped in chairs watching old
Repeats of Christmases past old movies.

There are no presents under this plastic tree
No parcels to feel if they are soft or hard,
Only a blinking light howling silent despair.

This is an old peoples’ home, made for two
Who cannot escape their common boredom;
compassion is a word that carries emotion.