my sons and my daughters <br />I`ve become far too old <br />to carry the torch my parents placed in my hand <br />now i tell you as they did to me <br /> <br />beware the world <br />it is nothing like you think it is <br />evil stirs in everything alive <br />so encase yourself in a God fearing manor <br /> <br />my life will only ever burn far too short <br />when I die my spirit will live in your heart <br />honor my life and fear the lord <br />only then will this torch burn long and bright <br /> <br />my child if you love me <br />do not forsake me <br />stray from the evil thinly veiled to your eyes <br />enough evil will tempt you <br />without you looking for it <br /> <br />look for wisdom <br />and keep her with you <br />when you catch her <br />continue to seek her <br />for you will never know her well enough <br /> <br />my child <br />if you heed these words <br />which came from my father and his fathers before <br />nothing will be impossible for you <br />and this torch will burn <br />for all our sons and daughters <br />descent from you<br /><br />Frederick J.B. Moore II<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passing-the-torch/
