those little voices i hear outside

are no longer mine

they belong to grand-kids laughing and having fun

so life has come full circle, i can be a child again

coming back to reality after the weekend ends

i thought perhaps i would be the teacher

wasn’t long before i realized i was wrong

fresh eyes that gaze upon a world that is fresh

helps me remember things i forgot and some things that i missed

slowed down by Master Time, i decided to give in

enjoy what time is left, and that little voice can be heard again

that little voice