My son my boy my grown-up man

My son, my boy, my grown-up man 

My son, my boy, my grown-up man

No longer my little rascal

Had quite the spirit for adventure

So like many of his age eagerly enlisted

I watched the ship set sail

My son onboard off to war 

My son, my boy, my grown-up man

Never seen again

I sit on the porch with old bones creaking and skin quite wrinkled

Sipping on my dandelion tea, memories float on by

My little rascal

My son, my boy, my grown-up man

Andrew Ballard 

2020