irene

I still hear Granpa, laughing like a foghorn, it all seems so far, happy he's not alone, or left forlorn. I put down the 'phone, like a toddler's spark, he’s a rising star, with a new partner now, apart from his heart, that's out of the Ark, the Pacemaker's not sure, where does it comes from, I can’t find a chart, that says he's 81, whatever thinks Grandma, a trip to the park, in old shirts he's worn, is it life's tome, when things fall apart, love has no form, but just carries on ?