Don't you see the white in my hair <br />young man <br />Can't you tell the years of work <br />by my hands <br />Go out of your way to talk to me <br />as our paths keep crossing <br />Guess I'll have to show you a picture of my Grandson next time <br /> <br />Life is kinda funny it seems <br />I think as I watch him work his way <br />through the crowd to me <br />I smile cause it reminds me of the one I care <br />But he's not there not anywhere <br /> <br />The world fast becoming a strange place <br />Sometimes I don't fit in, not a part of this new age <br />Old fashioned in ways that are disappearing <br />But I don't mind not being the same <br />Gonna have to tell him I have a daughter his age<br /><br />Lauren B Called<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-world-5/
