As a small child, crawling so tenderly
Not knowing now what, in the future he’ll be
Early in life, we’ll need to plan
To grow him into a really great man
We hope that his life will be true and be long
And for that feat, he’ll need to be strong
For in his life, he’ll share all its sorrows
He’ll take it in stride and plan for tomorrows
If he is smart, he’ll learn to observe
For sometime in life, it will throw him a curve
If he learns young, there won’t be much pain
As we all know, it can come down like rain
And as he grows, he can go anywhere
We’ll start him out young, give him a dare
We’ll hope that, he’ll learn to explore
There is so much out there, for him to adore
And when it is time, for him to grow old
We hope in his life, he was truth full and bold
And when all those years, does takes it toll
We’ll look at his life; we’ve accomplished our goal
2007-08-07
04:00:37
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