This little baby hand
Will some day be the hand of a man.
A strong man.
At some point we will pass one another.
He growing up.
Me growing old.
We won’t mark the moment that it happens.
But it will.
And when we pass
The power of my hand
Will pass to this man.
I’ll guide him as long as I can.
Until he becomes a man.
Then he can cut my grass.
Oh!
And take out my trash!
