I didn’t have much time to play
The little game you asked me to,
I didn’t have much time for you.
I’d wash your clothes, I’d sew and cook
But when you’d bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your fun,
I’d say, “A little later, son.”
But life is short, the years rush past,
A little boy grows up so fast!
Now the picture books are put away,
There aren’t any games to play.
No good night kiss, no prayers to hear;
That all belongs to yester year.
My hands once busy, now lie still,
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I might go back and do
The little things you asked me to!