A Father’s Prayer 2

A careful man I ought to be,
A little fellow follows me.
I do not dare to go astray
For fear he’ll go the selfsame way.

I cannot once escape his eyes,
What e’re he sees me do he tries.
Like me he says he’s going to be—
The little chap that follows me.

He thinks that I am good and 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,
Thru summer’s sun and winter’s snow
I’m building for the years to be—
That little chap who follows me.

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