My beautiful Grandson

Yeh.

I am dying

And like, wat?

Treasure these days

Wat mate?

These days of mammalian hills

These days of beauty and wonder

Yeh?

Treasure them. Never let them go.

Rite.

Before the shapeless weight of time

Presses upon your chest

You wat?

Before the sultry whispers of eternity

Kiss your soul with kindness

Mate. I don’t know wat you is on about?

You know something

Before my complexion became sandblasted

Through years of living

I used to look like you

Innit?

Yes. It is

All buff and ting?

Your Grandmother thought so...

Don’t remember her mate.

Neither do I...

Rite...

Sometimes I just want to scream at you

That is rude mate.

You wont think so when you are my age

I dunno...

So much waste

Oscar wild was right

Oscar who mate?

Make me proud

I have to go yeh. My mate, like...

Go my boy. But remember

Never stop loving

Never stop giving

Be good

Look after your mum

I love you

I love you too innit.