A small boy on his tricycle
Such a wide and happy grin
An old photo faded gentle
Where did all that time begin
Brick wall behind his shoulder
Another bike stands far away
He is growing ever older
But his smile holds yesterday
Barefoot on the pavement warm
Safe from any coming storm
Little hands grip handlebars tight
Shining in the simple light
Oh this picture tells a story
Of a pure and simple time
In black and white its glory
Still feels like a perfect rhyme
Little boy on wheels so small
Conquering his tiny world
He is standing strong and tall
Every joyful flag unfurled
I wonder where those days have gone now
If he remembers that bright day
Or if the memory has flown somehow
And drifted quietly away
Just a moment captured softly
Before the world began to spin
A quiet joy held very deftly
A memory to hold within
The scalloped edges soft and worn
A new day waiting to be born
This quiet scene of childhood bliss
Sealed with an innocent kiss
Oh this picture tells a story
Of a pure and simple time
In black and white its glory
Still feels like a perfect rhyme
The sun was shining on his hair
Without a single worldly care
A simple joy a sweet refrain
Before the coming of the rain
Oh this picture tells a story
Of a pure and simple time
In black and white its glory
Still a perfect simple rhyme
