Do I remember the glint in his eye?
Can I see him, gazing calm at the sky?
Can I see his lips touch the China tea cup?
Can I see him laughing at Rotary club?
I’m a fair bit away but I miss him so.
I’m a fair bit away and I don’t even know
If he thinks of me, talks of me, frowns up his face
When he hears that I’ve only managed 2nd place…
That grand old man who’s everything to me
Is older each day like an old banyan tree.
His roots spread out still, little showers of wisdom
His words serve me still, when tough times come.
But the grand old man’s getting older everyday,
The wrinkles are spreading, his hair’s going grey.
He’ll soon start having trembles in his hands and toes,
What if I’m not there when my grand old man goes?