A poem about life and the early years.
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When we met you were just a boy
Life was good and full of joy
You wore nice suits and buckle shoes
And at the Jazz Club we listened to the blues
On every dance floor we did rock
On Saturday's we met under the clock
At the flicks we cuddled and cood
And when you didn't get your way you were so rude.
Valentine's day were very special times
I sent your card and you sent mine
came the day we chose a ring and cost a few dimes
Wedding bells were about to chime.
A year had past and came two tiny feet
A little bundle everyone wanted to meet
Then came some more exactly four
They made such a rumble across the floor
We clothed and nurtured them well
Sometimes we had worries of pure hell
On our birthday the kids were sweet
Saved their pocket money to buy us a treat.
The kids grew up and left the nest
We were on our own again and able to rest
Now the children have married, and have kids of their own
It wasn't long before they had grown
Along came our great grand children fourteen and more
Now there's no room they have to sit on the floor
We had such good times on our golden days
But God called your time and took you away
Now we stand beside you where no shadows fall
I thought we would give you a call
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY from us all.
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