Aye ‘twas it today or yesternight?
The youthful seventy-year old clapped
Skipping

His grandson, four,
Old and weary
Looked towards him and muttered
“There he goes again”

Charades, trampolines and bedecked jewels
His gramps ferried out in fashion
For tomorrow was yesterday
And right was left
And up was down

Explaining why he had to walk up a stairs
And not down
Was pathetic!
And his four long years
Felt like a millennia

And out he ran chasing after a puppy
He’d left inside.