Two hundred miles of driving
For tomorrow’s concert date,
Where we’ll watch our grandson play trombone
And get to celebrate.
It’s quite a feather in his cap
To make the state-wide band
And anyone with grandkids
I am sure will understand.
We never know how many
Chances in the years ahead
We might have to make these efforts;
I will leave “until” unsaid.
So we’re rolling on the highway
With our trusty brand-new tires,
Glad to be a part of this event
Before our time expires.
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