Growing Old
Mom holds my hand as i throw pennies to make a wish
Dad fixes my rod to teach me how to fish
High school my fist true love kiss
Now i am in collage and my parents i miss
A seven hour journey so my parents can see the gran baby
We take turns driving me and my lady
Were all dressed up dads funeral's today
Words written down on paper so i know what to say
Another seven hour journey back home
To pick up mom so shes not alone
Mom was with us a year before her time
Didn't know she was sick she said she was fine
A new gran baby is shortly to arrive
I have a three hour trip i get in my car and drive
Made it in time a new bundle of joy
Wish ma was here to see how he looks like are boy
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