Withered Grass On The Playground

In the morning I dropped my grandson to the Kindergarten And I watched a Father plays football with his daughter. My inquisitive mind traveled to the bygone years, How my poor Mom was sitting in the tuck-shop and watched my acrobats in the playground? I like to go to school again But my loving Mom I don't know your whereabouts with my old books? I am old now and see the nearby burial grounds Some stray dogs play with their puppies? 'No man is poor who has had a godly mother.' -Abraham Lincoln nimal dunuhinga