Granddads Book

In my quiet times I often try, To remember places I've been. To recall folk I have passed by, And sights that I have seen. There is nothing wrong with my mind, Sometimes my memory is quite refined. I think it's filled over many a year, With so much junk, nothing seems clear. So, I made up my mind to write it all down, To recall it all caused me to frown It started like I was in the dark, A memory flared, I was in the park. That day in the park was just the lever, I found my mind was as good as ever. Tho' times and places got out of line, I wrote it all down, now wasn't I clever! I'm nearly at the end of my story, A journey I'm glad that I took. For my grandsons to read in years to come, I'll call it Granddads Book. © Dave Timperley 2012.