To Billy

To my son Bill on his 35th birthday

I see a serious little boy
Who is my son, my pride and joy.
Now he`s doing all he can
Since he`s grown into a man.

Army days you`ve left behind
Successful `though, I think you`ll find.
Children grown `cause you`re a dad
Yes another likely lad.

Now you teach others your trade
It`s a lovely life you`ve made.
You can hold your head up high
As you reach up for the sky.

I look back down all the years
And I won`t shed any tears
I love you son and always will
Happy birthday my boy Bill.

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