Sore Feet

Today is your birthday and you are eighty-three
You've done so much for my siblings and me
Working so hard to make ends meet
Coming home with sore feet
We were so young
Not knowing what was done
Only to complain
Unaware of the strain
We were in a zone
Now we are grown
Understanding of your sacrifice
It's our turn to roll the dice
And when they fall
We will stand tall
You brought us up right
Because we are still in the fight