It’s not easy being four
When you go to grandma’s
With all those big people
Talking and laughing
It’s not easy being four
When your brother and cousin
Yell “Go away!”
Because you’re too little
It’s not easy being four
When you aren’t the only girl
Or the littlest one
Since your baby cousin was born
It’s not easy being four
When grandpa tells you to
“Pay attention” and “Slow down”
And “Listen” again
It’s not easy being four
When you try to keep up
But trip again, or knock something over
Because you’re still growing into yourself
It’s not easy being four
When you have something to say
But everyone is busy
And no one listens
It’s not easy being four
But when you sit on the couch
And grandma reads you a story
It’s kinda nice
Cute cute post, Jim! Well done.
ReplyDeleteAhh. Sweetnessville. My grandpa understood too. It meant everything.
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