THE BEACON
 A  poem by Tony Hurrelbrinck 

When first discharged from AT&R

I just sat around watching TV at home

Cos I couldn't drive my beloved car

And quickly grew tired of being alone

So when Wendy offered me a look at the Beacon

A place where you can do art and craft

But if you don't want to, you needn't take part

I figured lets check it out; I've got nothing to lose

 And one Thursday morning a new chapter began

The staff and clients all happy to see me, everyone

Some new friends made, a place of cheer and fun

The house seemed nothing special, but has its own soul

Which seems to lift you up, if you're in a hole?

Sit down and have a cup of coffee or tea and a chat

You can't be more friendly or welcoming than that

And then you meet the quirky English manager Lynne

Who greets you with her big friendly grin

And her canine assistant, the wee pug dog Gizzy

Who loves to chase her tail and make herself dizzy

No need to get up and go for a walk

Just stay in the lounge, sit around and talk

But then again, there are the services for which we goes

Every five weeks Gerda will trim your fingers and toes

Or then walk down the back passage

To get on a table for a soothing massage

Then when you are feeling like a million bucks

You learn to appreciate life doesn't always suck