The old man walked down the dusty road.
Kicking stones. Age on him showed .
Thoughts from the past come from time to time .
A small child playing. Laughter,Crying .
Having mother hold you close .
Is one thing that I miss the most .
Father teaching what he knew .
Trying to show me right and true .
When older off to school he went .
With lunch bag , Books and pennies spent .
To learn of life . And how to live .
Telling you of kindness give .
Later on he chose to wed .
Love of your life you took to bed .
Our life was filled with milk and honey .
Lots of love . But not much money .
Blesssed we were with children soon .
Toddlers crawling around the room .
I try to teach as father did .
Things that I heard and things that he said .
With children grown and moved away .
Me and my wife make best the day .
These times for us has brought us close .
That\'s what I think I like the most .
I take a trip down dusty roads .
A lot of them . My worn shoes showed .
But years gone by and thought run fast .
I hope to keep them till the last .
This road of life will take me home .
No longer will I have to roam .
I\'ll soon be able to hold mother dear .
Close to me forever near .