You will grow up,
You won’t believe
How fast it goes,
Tomorrow you’re seventy,
Staggering, senile,
Trip on a step,
You’ll wonder where
Your life just went…

Tomorrow you’re seven
My baby, my baby,
Your dad’s getting older,
He’s going to die.
Will you ever really
Know the truth?
Will these weak words
Soothe my last breath,
Surround your heart
As you sit there
Shaking and bent?