Seven Fifteen

Seven fifteen
Late night I had
I have a visitor
She calls me granddad

No mat today
English prem is my goal
It don’t take much
To soothe this man’s soul

It goes back to
Black and white TV
My granddad and I
Wasn’t easy to see

We’d make toast
On an open fire
It heated the house
In that north west shire

Sam was his name
Every day he’d walk
Down to the pub
Where he’d talk and talk

When he returned
Without using his car
He’d bring me a gift
A delicious Mars bar

At seven fifteen
That’s when I got up
Sam my granddad
He filled up my cup

Memories of life
They come unawares
A thought that joined me
That I thought I would share