A face that is old and gray
Words you don't speak astray
Hands that is rough as clay
now my daughter holds to play

A good life you give to us
You sacrifice your time apart
The love you send ocean's away
My ignorance can't symphatize

Moments lost and can't be bought
But today I never thought
Behind those specs I see in you
A dad I'm glad I knew

On that warm pavement lang syne sings, on that silky water the present I breath in, on that cloth of heaven I weaved hereafter. A shelter for my glees, woes and reveries. I paused and found myself, I ground my sole to rest. On that path, in that bouldered, airy nest.