No special place to go.

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 .