GRANDDAD LAND

Grandad land is a place like heaven

Where one can disappear

Shut out all the daily noises

A place granddad holds so dear

Where women talk in silent voices

And the kids are rarely seen

We are spared the great indignity

Of being called geriatric, senile, or unclean

It is a place that time can pass

So blissful, serene and quiet

Away from the nagging and the incessant chat

And any impending family riot

The world where Rainbows shine every day

That wonderful place only he can know

So when you see Grandad looking vacant in a chair

That’s where he is, so now you know

The Greenhouse or Garden Shed

His main place of refuge when

He needs some space to be alone

In peace and tranquillity once again

He has selected hearing

For those moments which he cares for less

And occasionally you have to wonder

What planet he’s on I guess

But he will always still be Grandad

The one who will always care

As he smokes his fag and sits and dreams

In his old comfy chair

So spare a thought next time you see

That he’s drifted into his own world to get inner peace

Because when he awakes he will always say

What, when, who of course I was listening, wonders will never cease