Growing Old

I'm sitting here thinking about my folks

It feels like years since I've been home

I've got a feeling like I'm homesick

But it's something more

My thoughts are running wild

In this warm desert air

Imagining that I'm there

I hear those old dogs barking

As I walk up the road

It's sad because I never seem to find the time

To even write them a couple of lines

It's always phone calls home

For the Holidays

When I was young they found time for me

They worked so hard to raise a family

Now all the kids have grown

And they've grown old

Nothing more to show except for growing old

Somehow it doesn't seem right

My parents raised me then almost overnight

I heard the wind call my name

I was gone

It causes me to wonder what they get in return

For all the years of love and concern

I guess the person I've become is their only reward

Whenever I was down on my luck

My ole man he'd slip me a couple of bucks

And never made me feel like any less of a man

Now I've found it's not money or gifts they give

I've been a taker all these years I've lived

I never realized the true worth of their lives

The gift they give comes from their souls deep inside

That's something you can't buy

I've put so many miles between me and them

It's gotten so easy to pretend

There's no debt owed

I've got a life of my own

After all these years I hope it's not too late

To let them know I'm proud of my name

And have a chance to thank them

For everything they've done

Now I'm haunted by memories

Of the way things used to be

I can hear them both calling me home

Please take me back to my younger days

I've been cheated by yesterday

I was never told

I'd have to watch them grow old

I didn't know they'd get so old

When did they grow so old

Growing old

I'm sitting here thinking about my folks

By Judge Santiago Burdon

From: Costa Rica