This Day and Age

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This Day and AgeLast week I nearly stopped, at a sportsman’s shop and the super Wal-MartI wondered if they made, vanity license plates for Dad’s old golf cartBut Dad hates birthdays so I just called it offOld as he is he’ll never get softHe still tells tales of struggling all his lifeBein’ the only boy on his block with no radio or Tom Mix knifeBut drivin’ down his street, small box on my seat I was glad it came on timeI’d looked all around, ev’ry antique store in town then got it on-lineAnd this day and ageWhen life turns another pageI think of each year as a giftAnd how many more he’s got leftTime draws a steady wageWithout a doubt there’s something aboutThis day and ageWell, he had some luck, and won a thousand bucks when Gretsky scored a hat trickAnd he gave a chunk, to the children’s fund down at St. Patrick’sBut for a boy who learned to live with lessHe thought parties n presents were foolishnessI recall wantin’ Converse All-Stars really badWeeks before my birthday I pestered DadBut he had debts, and I never thought I’d get my favorite sneakersThe night before I turned eight, I found ‘em in a crate by our old water heaterAnd this day and ageWhen life turns another pageI think of each year as a giftAnd how many more he’s got leftTime draws a steady wageWithout a doubt there’s something aboutThis day and ageI didn’t gather all his friends, jump out and yell “surprise”But when he opened that little box, a lifetime filled his eyesAnd his birthday cake, was a shortstack plate at the corner I-HopWe laughed about life, and Tom Mix knives and old Converse hi-topsHe said, “this day and ageWhen life turns another pageI think of each year as a giftAnd how many more I’ve got leftTime draws a steady wageWithout a doubt there’s something aboutThis day and age”©2007 Robert George