I pad around on the deep red floorboards,
I am just getting to know their every scratch,
Where they creak with my footsteps,
But there’s no-one to disturb.
Solitude is sweet liberation,
There are many things to do, but nothing needs doing.
Liveable and comfortable with hot water,
Free from the sun.
I can’t believe how lucky I am,
That this is all mine,
my cottage full of dogs,
Where friends gather to drink beer and wine.
Music always playing,
The television just there to make the living room,
For movies and football.
Every day when I feel those floorboards,
Against my bare feet,
I pause to think,
About my charmed life.