Restitution I once met a man who lived in his mind,

No rent to pay, no roof to find.

His outlook had such a picturesque view,

No terraced horizon, no hullabaloo.

Only peace and tranquillity undefiled,

No demands of family, no rebellious child.

He thought he was in paradise,

Until one day he realised.

He'd built a wall, no one could climb,

No mate to love, no child sublime.

And so decided what life was left,

To help the poor and those bereft.

This he followed to life's end,

For charity became his friend.

And such peace he'd never known,

Did come and abide within his home.

He had made good what he's ignored,

In lasting peace, his soul restored. By Ian Platt,

Thornton Avenue,

Heaton, Bolton.

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