life goes on
by John Mallard
We are only here for a short time
my blessings are seeing life through my grandsons eyes
I find myself wishing I were his age again
Till he falls and scrapes his chin
He will heal and he will learn
I hope I am around at his childs birth
He runs he plays without a care in the world
One day he will probally be thinking
what I am typing now with his grandson
Life is rough sometimes and make you huff and groan
IT doesnt matter
life still goes on