I wish that I
had a picture Of my second son Joe, He was
a bright eyed young lad, About the age of
four The day I left him in the car, To
shop in the grocery store. (Back then it was
OK) When I came back out through the
door, Oh my! what did I see, Joe doing an
Indian dance, On top of the old
Chevy, Wearing old boots about size ten, A
crowd of people around him, Laughing,
Cheering , Clapping . He saw me, off the top
he came, In a split second he made a
dive, Through the window of the old
Chevy. I had to laugh, the crowd
begged, Please do not punish him He was
only entertaining. Joe is now in Heaven, I
smile when I think of him, The bright eyed
little boy, And the crowd he
entertained.
