Often times I smile and sigh
and wonder how the time goes by.
I see the clouds that once were bright
have turned to gray and fade toward night
And children then would find such pleasure
in simple things, in simple measure
And now their growth to strong men blur
and still I see them as they were
I hear the giggles of the child
and miss small bodies and their smiles.
Oh how their youth has taken flight
I miss their kisses every night
The tender touch of little hands
For I grow old as time demands
It’s when time starts to scrapes the soul
that long lost memories unfold
