I used to know
I used to
know how to do my math homework,
And all of
world history was a cake walk, for sure.
Physics,
biology, it was never that bad,
All I had
to do was ask my dad.
I used to
know just where to look in the stands
If ever I
needed to see my biggest fan.
At every
event, no matter my size
My mom was
there, usually with tears in her eyes.
Don’t worry, be happy, my dad always said;
Don’t worry, be happy, my dad always said;
That was
easy for me, it’s not hard to be a kid
My dad was
a millionaire, and I was his heir
Parents
always have money, and they all love to share
Service makes you happy, my mom would repeat
As she
sent us to serve with some neighborhood kids
Interesting,
though, how she never had to go
She was
always “too busy”, making dinner for some widow.
It seems the older I get, the less that I know;
It seems the older I get, the less that I know;
Everything
used to make sense, it was all so easy.
I hope in
the future, when I turn into a dad
I get the same handbook that my parents must
have had.
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