When I was just a tiny kid, Do you remember when, The time you kissed my bruises, Or cleaned by soiled chin? You scrambled for the balls I hit, (Short-winded more than not,) Yet, every time we'd play a game, You praised the "outs" I caught. It seems like only yesterday, You wiped away my tears, And late at night I called your name, To chase away my fears. Though time has changed your handsome grip, Your hair is snowy white, Your gait's a little slower now, Thick glasses help your sight. Oh, do I thirst for years gone by, To be that growing lad, Re-living all of the memories, Of growing with my dad.