Dan

By L F Anderson and D D Ames - 1975

He was a bright young lad

In his happy teen years

He knew few troubles

Nor showed any fears

He liked loud music

Mostly rock and roll tunes

While it's not exactly dancing

More warbling and croons

He wasn't the neatest

When it came to his room

At times, you would think

It was destroyed with a boom

When he was younger

He'd play with his toys

His make believe friends and games

Would bring him great joys

Then this young eager boy

Grew up so quick with a grin

I lament, growing up is sad

Vanishing youth is really a sin

I wish he had stayed small

For a few years longer

Until the world was better

And his faith grew stronger

He matured and grew, strong as a teen

Manhood came and before you knew

The years flew by, much too quickly

Aging now, with still so much to do