It was six o’ clock in the evening, Grandpa returned from his evening walks;
The brothers ran to him, grabbed onto his fists.
It was a game of firsts, ’cause Grandpa was fair,
He always had two, two they were, those little Eclairs!
Two they were, to double their joy!
It was one o’ clock in the morning, They should’ve been in bed; But, here they were!
From one of his foreign trips, their uncle had arrived.
They dug into his luggage after a warm hug;
Oh! There they were! The exotic Ferrero Rocher!
The brothers unwrapped their bundles of joy.
It was twelve o’ clock in the afternoon, Lunch time it was, with a Silk in his pocket
He sat by his high school love;
With only her he shared, their bond of love, the Diary Milk.
With a chocolate kiss, their love was sealed,
And the Silk stood testimony, to a love that lasted a life.
It was eight o’ clock in the morning, Time for his college and away from home he stayed.
He grabbed onto a few pieces of bread, spread it over them,
A delicious sandwich it was,
the Nutella never failed To deliver him the taste of love.
His family was far, but the chocolate never left!
It was nine o’ clock in the evening, Bedtime for his little daughter, he was just back from work.
Oh! She wouldn’t sleep, unless she had her Kit Kat.
The daddy never forgot to get her one; No matter how busy he was.
Well, the chocolate always reminded him of his family life.
Oh! It was six o’ clock in the evening, His granddaughter was waiting at the doorstep.
Peek-a-boo she said and grabbed onto his palm,
As she unwrapped the Eclairs,
Life as a full circle, flashed before his eyes.
For seventy long years he lived;
During the games with his brother;
The bonding with his uncle, the first kiss of love;
The days away from home, the lullaby for his daughter;
And the peek-a-boo with his granddaughter,
The chocolate stood as a witness and catalyst To all his life’s joys.