The old man looked up, glasses on head
by Billy Wright
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.