Unzipped Lips
Watching my grand-children run and play
It makes the mind wander, back to the day
Such a joy to see things as fresh and new
When you could imagine, a splendid view
The joy to smell the scent of fresh mowed hay
Watching my grand-children run and play
Watching birds as they stop, look and fly away
Dream of floating in clouds, on this glorious day
You say it's a waste of time, it won't pay the rent
Or is that our excuse as we increase our debt
Watching my grand-children run and play
It seems the older we get, the faster we stray
We borrowed this land from our grand-children you see
Will we leave children a lush garden or a dead sea
Have we crippled their spirit, with a world in disarray
Watching my grand-children run and play
Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2011
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