His eyes would shine with joy As memories he told Of life when he was just a boy And days of long ago. His laughter rang through every room Of his humble little home As he recalled our dad and him In days of long ago. He spoke of Grandpa's shop And the trade he'd come to know How the family business kept all fed In days of long ago What a blessing to touch this gentle man To experience his inner glow And walk with him through yesteryear And days of long ago. Lord, should I advance to age as he May I bless others so When I speak of my lifetime's past And days of long ago. written by: Leola Boyd May 2003
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