Poems have a way of getting into you that a thousand lectures could not. There's a poem that I saw since my 7-year old son was just a baby. Its words keep buzzing in my mind every time I'm around my kids.
Here it goes:
It's sad that the author is unknown. But I saw this poem at scrapbook.com.
Here it goes:
The Little Chap Who Follows Me!
Author: Unknown
A careful man I want to be;
A little fellow follows me.
I do not dare to go astray
For fear he'll go the self same way.
I cannot once escape his eyes,
Whate'er he sees me do, he tries.
Like me he says he's going to be;
The little chap who follows me.
He thinks that I'm so very fine,
Believes in every word of mine.
The base in me he must not see;
The little chap who follows me.
I must remember as I go
Through summer's sun and winter's snow,
I'm building for the years to be;
The little chap who follows me.
Author: Unknown
A careful man I want to be;
A little fellow follows me.
I do not dare to go astray
For fear he'll go the self same way.
I cannot once escape his eyes,
Whate'er he sees me do, he tries.
Like me he says he's going to be;
The little chap who follows me.
He thinks that I'm so very fine,
Believes in every word of mine.
The base in me he must not see;
The little chap who follows me.
I must remember as I go
Through summer's sun and winter's snow,
I'm building for the years to be;
The little chap who follows me.
It's sad that the author is unknown. But I saw this poem at scrapbook.com.