Dad and Daffodils
Dad and Daffodils The seasons come and the seasons go From the summer’s heat to the winter’s snow Over and over a constant rerun On our little mud ball spinning ‘round the sun only a few chances to get it right Maybe 78 circles ‘round that big bight light We take it for granted until it’s too late When death seals for certain our destiny’s fate Hopefully we leave a lasting trace Of our time here on this earthly place But for all of us that he left behind Something recurs that will remind Dabs of yellow on a green landscape Blooming first because they just can’t wait “It’s Springtime” sings the Whippoorwill And We’ll remember Dad and Daffodils John Snelling 03:31:24
