He took to his bed.
He used to sit in his garage
With the garage door up on nice days,
And he'd wave to me as I walked by.
And nice days became good days,
Until finally I'd just see him on his good days.
And now the garage door is down
And the shades are up on his bedroom window.
And I know he's in there looking out,
So I still wave to him when I walk by.
But he's took to his bed,
And I'm walking by eating my tums,
Knowing I'll take to mine someday too.

-jenn