Something I had to do for english. Decided to post it here. Enjoy.

When I get older,
if my kid has a kid,
I’ll take him on a journey with me.
We’ll travel down that dusty road
to a cabin by the sea.
Then I’ll show him where the red ferns grow
and how much they meant to me.

The rambling waves of the ocean
would greet me every day
I’d sit there and listen to them talk for a while.
They always had much to say.
I think of it often,
and deep in my soul
sometimes I wish I had stayed.

I know those days are gone now.
My age is done and past.
I know that my time has come to an end
I’m aware nothing will last.
I’m just ashamed that I couldn’t help
but let my nothing go by so fast.
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.