TO BE LIKE MY DAD
“Well, what are you going to be, my boy,/When you have reached manhood’s years;
A doctor, a lawyer, or actor great,
Moving throngs to laughter and tears?
But he shook his head, as he gave reply,
In a serious way he had, “I don’t think I’d care to be any of them;
I want to be like my dad!”
That the boy who watches your every move
Is building a set of laws?
He’s molding a life you’re the model for,
And whether it’s good or bad,
Depend on the kind of example set/To the boy who’d be like his dad.
Would you have him go everywhere you go?
Have him do just the things you do?
And see everything that your eyes behold,
And woo all the gods you woo?
When you see the worship that shines in the eyes
Of your…
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