Patsy Ruth Williams

A small boy smiles to think he can be anything when he is a man

Though an eye looks with a tear, A hand reaches with a smile. You know it’s another year. In life we will persevere And start to walk our next mile. Though an eye looks with a tear, There are things we hold with fear. The mirror shows us a new style. You know it’s another

I’ll catch your teardrops one by one in a bucket when they start to fall.