I GUESS SOMEDAY, WE'LL BE OLD AND GRAY,
PROPPED IN OUR ROCKING CHAIR,
WHEN THINKING OF OUR CHILDREN,
WE'LL WISH THEY WERE STILL THERE.
WHEN WE'RE TOO OLD TO REMEMBER,
THE WAY THEY'D SCREAM AND FIGHT,
WITH ILLNESS OR WITH WORRY,
THE MANY SLEEPLESS NIGHTS.
THE MOUNDS OF DIRTY LAUNDRY,
CLEANING FINGERPRINTS OFF THE WALL,
THE COOKING AND THE DISHES,
WE WILL FORGET IT ALL.
FOR WHAT WE WILL REMEMBER,
IS THE LAUGHTER, NOT THE TEARS,
AND THE LOVE WE GAVE EACH OTHER,
THROUGHOUT THE TENDER YEARS.
AS THE CHILDREN HAVE ALL GROWN UP,
AND GONE THEIR SEPARATE WAYS,
WE'LL SIT BACK IN OUR ROCKING CHAIR,
REMEMBERING THOSE GOOD OLD DAYS.
WISHING WE COULD TURN BACK TIME,
TO WHEN THEY WERE CUTE AND SMALL,
AND WITHOUT HESITATION,
WE WOULD RELIVE IT ALL.
By: CHRIS WOOLNOUGH
