A Little Brown Eyed Boy
When I was a little brown eyed boy,
I was my
parents pride and joy,
They hugged and kissed me for awhile,
And said I
had the cutest smile.
But as the years did move along,
My parents sang
a different song,
No longer was I their brown eyed boy,
And certainly not
their pride and joy.
It never seemed to matter much,
How hard I tried
to feel their touch,
They couldn't see what lay inside,
This brown eyed
boy who often cried.
While I was young a life I chose,
Littered with
trouble and many woes,
No attention I paid to their advice,
Rebelling
instead and I paid the price.
They criticized till love they ruined,
Because I
danced to a different tune,
I learned about life but did it my
way,
Disappointing some, but I'm a man today.
I regret the results of mistakes past made,
And
I'm sorry to those whom troubles I gave,
At times life took me where I meant
not to go,
It impeded my future and made growing up slow.
When young, I believed my decisions were
right,
Had a one track mind and was willing to fight,
If folks didn't like
it I couldn't have cared less,
As long as I felt that I was doing my
best.
It has taken me years to learn what I have,
When
I look back now I feel very sad,
The years that were wasted without much
joy,
From the time I was born that brown eyed boy.
Not all was lost because now I can see,
That I
grew up the man I wanted to be,
I know there are some don't see it that
way,
But I'm still that brown eyed boy today.
~valentyne~ ©
End Of The Line
Traveling Wilbury's
