No Longer Alone

Ah Me !Ah My!

Grandpa yearns for

days gone by...now

he's pushing

seventy two

there's much

we have to

help him do,

 

Dad said that

it would be just,

if he came and

lived with us,

Mum thinks he

is a treasure,

his stories always

give her pleasure,

 

Once when shopping

with Grandpa...he

started singing

down the isle;

“Bring me sunshine

in your smile...

bring some

laughter all the while.”

 

He loves the replays

of Morcambe and Wise,

the ones where he laughed

till tears left his eyes,

he doesn't understand the

way things are today...in

a world of technology

he's lost his way,

 

but as long

as he has his

very own TV,

with six hundred

channels he is happy...

there's sky in the bedroom,

also downstairs, the seventies

reruns are what he prefers.

 

Now moving house

is no easy task,

though using ones mate,

saying Right Said Fred,

be aware there might be

displacement but don't

see red, also the removal

of doors for the electronic bed,

 

Items don't always go out

the way they came in,

especially from a flat pack

that was built from within,

the best strategies don't

always go to plan,

if you hit a conundrum

you need an expert man,

 

then there's the bed

that's run by electric...

Grandpa's antics are

so esoteric, he loves

the massage in his

bed and his chair...

relaxing those

muscles without a care,

 

but his favourite

amusement is

to go up and

then down,

where he

imagines

being on

a ride at the

fairground,

 

Grandpa loves

that bed so much,

his remote control

you mustn't touch,

I think we'll need to

take out the pane,

remove him and

the bed with a crane,

 

He would love

flying through the air...

with the wind blowing,

ruffling his hair,

to top it all off when

he arrives at our home,

I hope he'll be happy

no longer alone.

 

 

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnV_3bqldR0

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZedhoqYdfTM

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5XX9LX2es4