Love Them While We Can
They tied our shoes, took us to school 
Patched our worn out jeans and soothed our fears
And childish fears and listened to our dreams
Somewhere along their golden years
Their hair has lost its sheen.
The notes of hymn one hundred ten crackle when they sing.
Now they are alone, no children’s voices fill their empty home.
We must love them while we can.
The folks that taught us our first words
Still have much to say 
The silver secrets of this world
Lie beneath those crowns of gray.
As they approach the end we change our role from children to best friends.
We must love them while we can.
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