I have no wish, my little lad, <br /> To climb the towering heights of fame. <br />I am content to be your dad <br /> And share with you each pleasant game. <br />I am content to hold your hand <br /> And walk along life's path with you, <br />And talk of things we understand- <br /> The birds and trees and skies of blue. <br /> <br />Though some may seek the smiles of kings, <br /> For me your laughter's joy enough; <br />I have no wish to claim the things <br /> Which lure men into pathways rough. <br />I'm happiest when you and I, <br /> Unmindful of life's bitter cares, <br />Together watch the clouds drift by, <br /> Or follow boyhood's thoroughfares. <br /> <br />I crave no more of life than this: <br /> Continuance of such a trust; <br />Your smile, whate'er the morning is, <br /> Until my clay returns to dust. <br />If but this comradeship may last <br /> Until I end my earthly task- <br />Your hand and mine by love held fast- <br /> Fame has no charm for which I'd ask. <br /> <br />I would not trade one day with you <br /> To wear the purple robes of power, <br />Nor drop your hand from mine to do <br /> Some great deed in a selfish hour. <br />For you have brought me joy serene <br /> And made my soul supremely glad. <br />In life rewarded I have been; <br /> 'Twas all worth while to be your dad.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-boy/
