The years have come
The years have passed,
All I can think is
They have gone so fast.

I remember thinking of
The things I wanted to do,
New places and people,
Every day would be new.

Now here I am,
Tired, old and fat,
Sitting in my rocker,
Me, my dog and cat.

Every day I would watch
As the trains went speeding by.
Next one, I told myself,
A ticket I would buy.

"Hey dad," I heard,
"Let's do this, let's do that"
Still sitting in the corner
Is my bag and my hat.

The kids are gone,
It is my traveling time.
The ticket is a quarter,
I've two nickels and a dime.

Back to my rocker,
I'm on the road I know.
My mind is full of wonder
For the places I didn't go.