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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