“So What’s going on Grandpa?” I asked you when I was five. As we strolled down Bell Lane Questioning the meaning of life. Grandpa paused in response Then said he wasn’t sure, Which did not do justice To the life he had in store. You were born a left hander like me, But forced you to switch to right, You didn’t like this but couldn’t go back Although you tried with all your might. You’re A supporter of the Lib Dems, As well as a lover of a quiz, You bragged that you waved to King George 5th, Unfortunately none of us know who he is. On the week of my 13th birthday, We dined at the Traditional Plaice, You poured me 6 glasses of white wine, Until I was completely off my face. Fast forward to the results of my GCSES, Which had me sleepless for days, I rang you to announce the good news, You noted “just 3 ordinary As”. A strong attender of Sussex Cricket club, Whilst enjoying a Harvey’s beer, Commenting loudly about the crowd That there are “a lot of big bellies round here”. You enjoyed the sport on television, A big fan of tennis too, You taught us to hate the Tories, Despite Waverley remaining blue. Lets discuss when I last saw you, On Boxing Day Last year, Within Grandma’s box of tricks, You claimed one item was quite dear. And due to the cost of living crisis, We guessed til the bitter end, Joe scoured the contents on ebay. Then you revealed it was all pretend. So I think this is just a snippet, Of the legend that you are. You stayed loyal to your authentic self, A quality that goes so far. So what’s going on Grandpa? It’s to live a life that you deemed true, A wife, 3 kids, 7 grandchildren, That hold an endless love for you.