Wistful (original)


Some silly song I wrote while at work.


it seems like yesterday
we were playing in the sandbox
your lips to my ears
my nose to your cheeks
reciting our ABC’s

we havent even thought of
long gowns and bow ties
and sunsets and sunrise
but oh my how we’ve grown

now we’re thinking
of your lips to my lips
how we’ll grow old with grandkids
a life of bliss

and i’m looking outside the window
watching the clouds pass by
and all i could think of
is what dreams are made of


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