The old man looked up, glasses on head
Sitting in his own chair, by the fireplace.
Aye, I know what you want to do, he said
As he went to the table, and cleared a space.
Clack, clack, clack, rang the familiar sound,
As he tipped the dominoes in a little mound.
Grandpa lived in a woman's world,
Most of his grandchildren were girls.
His working man's hands are now gnarled,
A couple of pints his only thrill.
The nine spot dominoes his pride and joy,
He said he had them when he was a boy.
Dominoes are an easy game to play,
A young boy even knows what he should do.
Grandpa advising me what I should lay,
Helping me to win the odd game or two.
Lots of memories of happy days,
Playing many games at grandpa's place.
Lots of memories of happy days Playing many games at grandpa's place....very emotional and heart touching thoughts about the man who lives in every heart...beautifully penned I really enjoyed. thanks for sharing
Dominoes are an easy game to play, A young boy even knows what he should do. Grandpa advising me what I should lay, Helping me to win the odd game or two. Lots of memories of happy days, Playing many games at grandpa's place.... sweet ways of grandpa and how u learn from his experiences. just a symbolic way of telling the reader that one can learn a lot from old people. love this poem for its symbolic character. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
Very succinct. You capture the mood of a solid relationship between the boy and his grandfather. No nonsense, just plain talk with a lot of feelings and meaning behind the everyday things. Well done Billy. I put one up (michael mcdermott) to see how it works and if you could check I will know the drill. Thanks for your help