THE BOY THAT WAS
The boy that was
Crying through the night, diapers must be changed
A bottle at two o’clock and another at three
Will it ever end, the nights of worry
Cutting teeth and toddling
Hugging daddy and mommy
Will it ever end, the nights of worry
Starting school and plastic turtles
Little boy things and crayon doodles
Will it ever end, the nights of worry
Little league and soccer too
Play hard son, you’ll do
Will it ever end, the nights of worry
High school and a girlfriend
Fifty Five and Ninety Nine are growing very fast
Will it last, the nights of worry
Little boys becoming men
Little boy growing up, to be a little like me and a little like mommy
The little boy that was, is he gone?
I look, I hope to see the little tyke who thought of me
as Superman, the giant, and the money tree
They are here and in my heart, forever my boys from the start
house full of toys and a great big heart
The boy that was, he lives in me
Always
Ted Aronis ‘99
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