The Next Generation

That little boy who I used to tickle And helped learn to tie his shoes, Just called me up on the telephone To give me the happy news. That young boy who I taught to wrestle And watched him practice football, From half way across the world Made me proud with just one call. That young man whom I saw graduate From High School then Navy boot camp, Just phoned to let me know I am going to become a Gramps. How is it that this little tyke who only yesterday, Was riding upon my shoulders is an expectant father today? How is it that my hair has turned, from black and then to gray, And now that I am even older has completely fallen away? The tears from my right eye, are tears of pride and joy, The tears from my left eye, miss my little boy. I was just getting used to the fact, that I’m old enough to be a dad When I get news a grandchild is on its way – oh, yikes and egad! I guess it could be worse – this news I did receive; Knowing it makes my father a GREAT-Grandfather, gives me some reprieve. A new generation, like it or not, is on its way; “Congratulations, Son”, is all there is to say.