To Care

     While running through a field one day, a lad just barely ten;
     Fighting wars with knights of old, and winning all of them.
        I’d run and run from here to there, and then run back again;
       A hole in my pants, a scrape on my knee, I never had to care.

      While running through a field one day, a young man in my teens;
     Riding bikes and baseball games, I’ll always have time to play.
         I’d still run from here to there, and then run back again;
         A broken arm, a bullies charm, I had no time to care.

     While walking through a field one day, a man who’s grown so tall;
Working hard and living life, and making time to play.
     I don’t run from here to there, and then run back again;
         I get there now by walking tall, and making believe I care.

While walking through a field one day, an old man now, and gray;
      All alone, just by myself, now just too old to play.
           I don’t run from here to there, I’d never get back again,
          I sit and think of days gone by, and how it hurts to care.

      And while lying in a field one day, covered with morning dew;
     The tears that are now shed for me are very, very few.
  My spirit runs from here to there, and then runs back again;
          My soul now knows what it all meant, and it’s just too late to care.