Don't have a pocketful of money But a *** of memories No name brands or Painted toes and shiny nails Have a kleenex For a tear And a song in my heart You gave me all That money can't buy I'm the richest woman In the world You shared your wealth With me You couldn't talk But you smiled at me No walking but A wheelchair you rode to me A trembling hand A three o'clock hug All of this and heaven too That's why I'm banking Just on you
I'm retiring as a special ed aide these thoughts came to my mind I miss the Children already and its not Even Monday