When he was born I looked at him and thought:
What a precious little one.
I looked at him again and said: Is this
When he was three I looked at him and thought:
His troubles have just begun.
Look at him pucker his baby lips. How can I say:
When he was five he started to school
His strong little legs in a run.
I saw him stumble and bump his nose. I cried:
When he was seventeen he finished high school
With the highest of honors won.
I looked at him and proudly said: This is
O, world of turmoil
With your race for the young to run,
I beg you: Please be careful what you do with