by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
Take care, and care for the words you say to me
in front of school, Son.
You may not believe it now,
but I am just passing through.
Whisper under the covers to me at night,
smell me as I smell you;
someday I will miss you,
because I am just passing through.
So far ahead we look at the world together,
it seems like it will never end;
I know, because yesterday I was you.
Pick your path carefully through the forest,
because soon you will look back,
and I won’t be there to guide you true.
Just a few minutes we have shared
on the same trail,
for I am just passing through.
Last updated May 06, 2016