The Cycle of Life To My Grandson
When you were just a little boy
I'd take your hand and say
I know that you'll take care of me
when I am old and gray
Now that I've grown older
And my hair has turned to gray
I know that you are here for me
Every single day
You make life well worth living
And you will always be
That little boy who grew up to be this wonderful man
That now takes care of me
Copyright © Veronica Aicher | Year Posted 2012
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