Dates On Pennies
Dates on Pennies
A little boy, on his Dad’s lap
Together in the big red chair
The two of them they wrestled so
And mussed each other’s hair
Yes, every night when Dad got back
From farming far away from home
The supper done the fun began
The red chair was their throne
And Dad and boy would play their parts
A king and prince who loved to play
And laughter filled the living room
Till bedtime called the boy away
Little hands were quick to find
In Dad’s pants pockets, oh so deep
The day’s adventures what a story
The contents of his pockets keep
A ballpoint pen, a piece of gum
His cigarettes and matchbook too
A nail, a washer and a bolt
The farming life it all told true
But best of all the things to find
While searching pockets so intent
Were images of long-gone guys
And Dad, he called them presidents
Out came Lincoln and his friends
A great old nickel a brand-new dime
An Indian and FDR
A buffalo, what next would find
And pennies dark and pennies bright
The shiny and the gray
And Dad, he read the dates to me
As on his lap I sat to play
The numbers didn’t mean too much
Though I listened as he read
It was much more fun to take old Abe
And stand him tall upon his head
But Dad, he read the dates to me
And now I say I’ve not forgot
But now the red chair’s gone away
And truthfully, it’s missed a lot
But I thank my Dad for loving me
And taking all the time
To sit and read the dates to me
Make this memory mine
A little boy, on his Dad’s lap
Together in the big red chair
The two of them they wrestled so
And mussed each other’s hair
Yes, every night when Dad got back
From farming far away from home
The supper done the fun began
The red chair was their throne
And Dad and boy would play their parts
A king and prince who loved to play
And laughter filled the living room
Till bedtime called the boy away
Little hands were quick to find
In Dad’s pants pockets, oh so deep
The day’s adventures what a story
The contents of his pockets keep
A ballpoint pen, a piece of gum
His cigarettes and matchbook too
A nail, a washer and a bolt
The farming life it all told true
But best of all the things to find
While searching pockets so intent
Were images of long-gone guys
And Dad, he called them presidents
Out came Lincoln and his friends
A great old nickel a brand-new dime
An Indian and FDR
A buffalo, what next would find
And pennies dark and pennies bright
The shiny and the gray
And Dad, he read the dates to me
As on his lap I sat to play
The numbers didn’t mean too much
Though I listened as he read
It was much more fun to take old Abe
And stand him tall upon his head
But Dad, he read the dates to me
And now I say I’ve not forgot
But now the red chair’s gone away
And truthfully, it’s missed a lot
But I thank my Dad for loving me
And taking all the time
To sit and read the dates to me
Make this memory mine
Life, Memories | Rendab | 
December 31, 2011 7:11 pm | 
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