Granddads Business

I look on with big eyes,
My hair was so pale then.
I was just a little child...
watching it happen again.

I saw the boxes get filled,
And saw the furniture move.
Another life packed into boxes.
Nothing of existence too prove.

Sometimes I used to help.
Pack away the deads possessions.
I look at things in wonder,
Going into a repression.

I learnt so much those days.
About life and all its loss.
But it's just another house clearance,
In the business of Granddad Foss.

I'd watch the truck be unloaded,
Some items got laid to waste.
There was those that were of value.
Into a shed they went with haste.

There they met other lives,
Possessions of others past.
Now grown I look back.
And just realise how vast

He kept everything he could.
Forty sheds, and barns too.
He'd help people out.
It was the least he could do.

He was the man who had it all.
Family, friends and junk.
If you wanted it, he'd have it.
For a small pocket dunk.

But now the business is gone.
And so now is he...
Joined the rest he cleared,
I hope he's happy as can be.

Now older I look back,
And really miss those days.
When he was just around,
Him and his friendly ways.