BACK TO MY ROOTS

If i had the power to turn the back the clock.
Go back to that house at the end of the block.
The house that was HOME when i was a kid,
I know that I'd love it more than i did.
If i could go back there at my mother's knee,
And hear once again all she told me,
I'd listen as i never listened before,
For she knew what life had in store.
And all the advice  my dad used to give.
His voice I'll rememder as long as i live:
But it didn't seem important then:
what I'd give just to live it all over again.
And  what i give for the chance i once had,
To do so much more for my mother and dad:
To give them more joy and a little less pain:
A lilttle more sunshine - and a little less rain.
But  the years roll on and we cannot go back
Whether we were born in a mansion or a shack:
But we can start  right now - in the hour that's here,
To do something more for the ones we hold dear.
And since time in it's flight is travelling so far:
Lets not spend it regretting the past:
But let,s not make tomorrow a happier day
By doing "our good to others" -TODAY.