A child like exuberance, you were seldom without a smile
A charisma and wit that could charm and beguile
Enthralling us with jokes, or tales from the past
Whether it was the words you spoke, or the faces you pulled
It inevitably made us laugh
Portraying yourself as a young James Dean or Steve McQueen
This loveable rogue
Until you smiled that is
And looked more like Shane MacGowan from The Pogues
To this day we ponder exactly how many white lies those stories consisted
Or whether that bloke you sat waving to really existed
Then there was the inevitable mention of Billy Wright or John Wayne
Names you reiterated countless times
But we'd love to hear again
Envisaging you sitting up there now
Mischievous toothless grin
Remote control in hand, some Scrumpy Jack and a Cadburys Roses tin
We would drag you out of bed with our visits
So enjoy your well earned rest
Because this isn't goodbye Grandad
Why don't we leave it as...
See you soon mate, God Bless
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