POEM

The grandad that was liked by so many
isn't now remembered
by any
only by me
and this fond memory
prevents me from
wasting a penny

The grandson of
old honest Ron
still grieves that
he has now gone

The cap he used to wear
to cover up the grey old hair
the way he would walk and
the funny way he would talk
still leads me to believe
that it wasn't his turn to leave

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