He is a baby fresh and new
light brown curls, eyes powder blue

He is a busy little boy
a matchbox car his favorite toy

He grows into his awkward years
with shy moments and stick-out ears

A lanky young man begins to shave
he longs for girls to misbehave

As a man he pays the bills and more
He dreams of what may be in store

For the future baby little boy blue
to whom he will teach two times two

As an old man with creaking knees
his mind reflects upon all he sees

As the seconds to the hours wane
A sigh signifies the thought's refrain

He has been here before and will be again