My hands were busy through the day,

I didn’t have much time to play

The little games you asked me to.

But when you’d bring your teddy bear,

And ask me to share your fun,

I’d say: "A little later son."

I would tuck you in all safe at night,

And hear your prayers, turn out the light,

Then tiptoe softly to the door

I wished I’d stayed a little more.

For life is short, the years rush past,

No longer is he at your side,

His precious secrets to confide,

The teddy bears are put away,

There are no longer games to play,

No good night kiss, no prayers to hear,

That all belongs to yesteryear.

My hands once busy now are still,

The days are long and hard to fill,

I wish I could go back and do,

The little things you asked me to.