Memories

I used to know a man who thought I was a precious gift

If ever I was sad or low, my spirits he would lift

I used to be his sidekick and I looked up to him so

He always took me everywhere, but that was long ago

He used to take me fishing on the weekend home from school

He always took a beer with him, it was the golden rule

We often checked the pig traps, and we played some tennis too

These are all the memories I have of me and you

Our love has slowly faded, and I feel it is a sign

That we have grown apart, increased the distance over time

It doesn’t take much effort to repair the damage done

Think of all the good times Dad, do you remember them