My Day Is Coming

I used to mow the lawn with joy. And trim up all the trees. Prune the hedges, tend the garden. Way down upon my knees. Shoot the bull with good time friends. Now, most of them are gone. And, I know my day is coming. I guess it wont be long. BUT NOW...... I sit in shade, with tea in hand, And wave out to the guy, Who mows the lawn and trims the trees, While I just sit and sigh. I dream about the friends I've had. We always sang life's song. And, I know my day is coming. I guess it won't be long. AND SO...... I've made some new friends here and there. It's hard to be alone. Have shared some stories, had some fun. A few more friends have flown. Created some new memories. When memories are strong. And, I know my day is coming. I guess it won't be long WELL...... I wrote those verses years ago. But, I'm still going strong. And, I know my day is coming. I guess it won't be long.