If we watch, sometimes we see the most wonderful, simple things.

They take a minute to find you here
It was a second filled with fear
Down a check ran a single tear

Wind had blown you to my side
The toy of a blind child
It was true ly his pride

I touched you sorta held your hand
let you know exactly where I stand
On the water of the little pond

Seldom does anyone stop
I am the old man that some call pop
For years I was just the old cop

I make my way around the little pond
I offer back the special boat
Tie on the string and set it to float

A father places a hand upon my back
Places a coin or two in my sack
Thank you on lips, smile upon his brow

I fill good today, I am wanted after all