I was never much of anything
But I was something, with you
When I rushed to wipe your tears away
I found the smile on your face
The little boy in me is still awed
When I see a wonder of the world
The beauty that graces you
Has this man aloof
These words written on this page
The ink spreads my love for you
Many years from  now, when we
Open that shoe box
Our fragile fingers fumble, to read
Inscribed at the top, my faded words
are still true
I was never much of anything
But I was somthing with you