The winter snow his brows upon,
Adown the current carried,
He’ll show you with a tender glance
A photo framed with elegance—
The old man in the “bell-bot” pants,
The suit in which he tarried
That day in town a joy to crown
(Most likely ’twas a “reach-me-down”),
The day the Dad was married.
His dreams dispersed, the bubble burst,