When I Was Three

by

Ron Bliss

Fond memories do fill my heart,
That takes me back to three,
When you would rock me in your arms,
And sing those songs to me,

A little child, in tattered clothes,
And tousled, tangled hair,
A penny seemed like so much wealth,
And I had not a care,

Two loving arms, that hold me tight,
Your face, I clearly see,
Oh God, please take me back again,
To when I was just three,

Reality, must now prevail,
It is, in truth, I find,
The only way I can go back,
Is in my heart and mind,

It matters not the path I take,
Or what my age should be,
I'll always be, as much your son,
As when I was just three.

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