Granddad

Granddad popped his clogs today, and it's prob'ly just as well

Cause life had worn him down since his retirement

He'd lost his joie de vivre and it's clear as it could be

That he was pretty surplus to requirement

I hope his soul has landed in the place he most desired

That Utopia, long gone, for which he pined

Where the beer was deftly brewed and the pubs sold proper food

And you'd leave front doors unlocked with peace of mind

When policemen said “Mind how you go” and gave a cheery smile

And the bins were emptied several times a day

And when help was needed, neighbours rallied round to lend a hand

And the postman knocked and chatted, by the way

Wagon wheels would cost you tuppence and were twice the size back then

And ten fags would only set you back a shilling

Doctors would come out to visit within minutes of a call

And dentistes would charge you peanuts for a filling

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But although I wish him well I did (along with most I know)

Find his never-ending moaning pretty tiresome

If he'd tried a little harder to adapt and earn respect

Rather than just droning on, he'd have acquired some

So the lesson to be learned is that the past is surely gone

And if it's happiness and friendship that you yearn

Then see others' points of view and surrender to the new

After all, we're only here to live and learn