If I could turn back the hands of time,
Oh – the change that I would make.
There would be no grey skies, only sunny,
Bees would make more honey,
Your garden would have only red roses.
As the years passed by I noticed the twinkle in your eyes are fading,
I know you may walk a little slower, but I know you’re a little wiser.
So, when it comes to you my dear,
I wouldn’t change a thing.
You’re my rock, you’re my everything.
By LENNY JAYNES