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The Old Man, The Child and the Swing

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The Old Man, The Child and the Swing

It wasn’t that many years ago

The first time I saw the old man, the child and the swing

I was staring out the window at the beautiful day

When I heard the phone ring


As I talked on the phone and I watched the old man approach the little girl

I remember I began to cry

Somehow I knew it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship

One that would hopefully never die


Well, every day after that for maybe five or six years

That old man and that little girl played together on the swing

You know, really enjoying themselves—laughing and carrying on

Not caring about much of anything


Yeah, it just made me fill up with love to see them together

Sharing their love and thoughts and jokes

And I could see it building on the old man’s pride

And his emotions and his hopes


Somehow that really worried me

And I hoped that what they had would never end

‘Cause I knew if it did, it could cause a pain and a heartache

That might never mend


Well, sure enough, one day I looked out the window at the swing

And there was nobody there

But I could see the old man

He was hobbling his way up the square


I could see a sad expression on his face

As he got closer to the swing

And as I watched him make his way nearer

Again I heard the phone ring


As I talked on the phone and I watched the old man

I remember I began to cry

‘Cause as he sat down in the swing

I could see a tear in his eye


Yeah, I kinda knew this day was coming

The little girl had just grown up and gone away

But with all the love I saw there between them

I guess I just kinda hoped she’d stay


And it hurt me real bad to watch the old man

Sitting there with his head hanging low

But I knew the pain that he felt

Was more than I could ever know


After an hour or maybe two

The old man realized she was gone to stay

So he got up, looked at the swing

Turned and walked away


Well you know, it’s been two years since I last saw him

And I haven’t heard a thing

But I won’t ever forget the first time

I saw the old man, the child and the swing

© 2021 greg cain

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