He has heard his country calling, and has fallen into line, <br /> And he's doing something bigger than his daddy ever did; <br /> He has caught a greater vision than the finest one of mine, <br /> And I know to-day I'm prouder of than sorry for the kid. <br /> <br /> His speech is soft and vibrant with the messages of truth, <br /> And he says some things of duty that I cannot understand; <br /> It may be that I'm selfish, but this ending of his youth <br /> Is not the dream I cherished and it's not the thing I planned. <br /> <br /> I only know he's bigger in his uniform to-day <br /> Than I, who stand and watch him as he drills, have ever been; <br /> That he sees a greater vision of life's purpose far away, <br /> And a finer goal to die for than my eyes have ever seen. <br /> <br /> I wish I felt as he does, wish I had his sense of right; <br /> With the vision he possesses I should be supremely glad; <br /> But I sometimes start to choking when I think of him at night- <br /> The boy that has grown bigger, yes, and better than his dad.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bigger-than-his-dad/
