Yesterday was Father’s Day in the US.
Not paying much attention to it, until my email inbox got swamped with Father’s Day sales, I thought I would share this poem.
Who wrote it I am not sure, though it a slightly expanded version of the one by Rev. Claude Wisdom White, Sr.
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.
Whatever he sees me do he tries.
Like me he says he’s going to be — that little chap who follows me…
He knows that I am big and fine — And believes in every word of mine.
The base in me he must not see — that little chap who follows me…
But after all it’s easier, that brighter road to climb,
With little hands behind me — to push me all the time.
And I reckon I’m a better man than what I used to be…
Because I have this lad at home who thinks the world of me.
