Time goes by...
My mother took me
When I was two,
To my very first day
Of a life so new.
Different to my home
Where I used to play,
My new place was
Where coloured carpets lay.
Painted and napped,
Danced and sang,
We did this all day
Until the bell rang.
Today it’s different,
We’re on our own,
Finding the value for ‘X’
Or naming a bone.
Newton made it harder,
By inventing those laws
I wish I could go back
To walking on all fours.
I often look back,
Seemed like yesterday,
I’d be on dad’s shoulders,
And watch bands play.
The hands of time
Are quickly turning,
And I see the years
Slowly burning.
My mother took me
When I was two,
To my very first day
Of a life so new.
Different to my home
Where I used to play,
My new place was
Where coloured carpets lay.
Painted and napped,
Danced and sang,
We did this all day
Until the bell rang.
Today it’s different,
We’re on our own,
Finding the value for ‘X’
Or naming a bone.
Newton made it harder,
By inventing those laws
I wish I could go back
To walking on all fours.
I often look back,
Seemed like yesterday,
I’d be on dad’s shoulders,
And watch bands play.
The hands of time
Are quickly turning,
And I see the years
Slowly burning.
