As Years Run By
You must remember this. A watch goes on a wrist. And always check your fly.
Thoughts are often prone to drift as years run by.
And no matter where you roam, remember which way’s home. And keep you britches dry.
Just go where no one will see as years roll by.
Busfare and cell phone, have with you at all times,
Notes in your pockets not too hard to find,
Little reminders, clues to find your way
Back where you belong.
So keep those laces tied. Mind your step and stride. A hanky for your nose.
Home is where you fall asleep as years flow by…
Oh, yes, home is where you lay your head as years run by.
© Jim Miller 2013