I sit here looking Ever looking Wondering thinking Why are they so happy Playing games Until the break of night Never hate Never fight I see the years and days go by Soon one day I will be old enough to play But for now I wait And not hesitate For I understand I'm young Soon old enough to play Waste the day away With games that go on so that's okay I watch back through the window As I waste the day away Fun and games but needless to say I see a smile on my dads face Like a memory of a saving grace Perhaps one day ill understand why There was a smile a a tearful cry The years of play have past As in sit back at the window The leaves look different now so does it all My days are filled with endless choices Some hard some easy The nights a longer and the days feel short As my breath get heavier now fun did last but the time for play is in the past I sit in my chair look down at my grandson tell him Do not worry little one For his time will come his play time in the sun Watch as he is out in playing in field looking at me through the window Life is taking me soon an I know, tears well up inside he smiles at me and my smile is starting to show Tear rolls from my cheek Now I know what my dad felt like all those years ago