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TOAST AND JAM
Every day
seems to be the same
I listen to the rumble of a passing train
The sound of children playing in the street
And the pounding of many passing feet
It seems as if it were only yesterday
That I myself was a child at play
Off to the shops, with mum and dad
If I got an ice cream, I was really glad
Then school, nose to the grind
Lots of swat, and homework, or else I got left behind
Work came
with money in my pocket
Save hard to buy a car, and a girl a locket
Parties girls, and fun
Weekends, spent lying on the beach in the sun
Love, hand
in hand
Down to the jewelers shop to buy a golden wedding band
Married, mortgaged, and in hock
Things to buy, rent to pay, on the place we got
Children crying in the night
Parenthood, god what a fright
Before you
know it, they are all grown
Left the nest, out in the world, on there own
Which brings me back to where I am
Sitting here eating toast, and jam
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