My Son Is In Love
With hair well brushed
And shoes well laced
He ran for the bus like he was rushed
With smiles all over his face
I stared and wondered
What was inside him that left?
I had little to ponder
When he came home the same way he left.
My son usually was scattered
Came home as dirty as ever
But now, his appearance was all that mattered
And he seemed to be neat, forever
Then everything became new
Maybe he had something to prove
Then I knew,
My son was in love.
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