Time goes by I blink my eye,
my baby girl is thirty-five.
Time goes by so much to be done,
my baby boy is thirty-one.
The years go by they run they race,
etch themselves upon my face,
You dance, you run, you jump you hop;
there is no way to make them stop.
I make a vow to find a way
to make a mark upon each day,
then lose the vow as things arise,
complications, lost sunrise.
If I could make the time to see,
the world I live in all round me-
even hold a butterfly,
raise my hand and see her fly-
There must be a path, a better way,
appreciate every passing day.
Time goes by so much to do,
I blink my eye he’s thirty-two.