 |
Sentimetal Sunday: My Grandpa's Poem
In my stack of stuff, I have this little treasure. It is a poem written by my
Grandfather (Nov. 18, 1977). Now I never imagined that my grandfather
wrote poetry, but my uncle says that he did many surprising things like write
this poem. So knowing he held this same paper and wrote these words
brings me closer to him. When I read it, I can picture my grandpa taking my
9 year old son's hand, who he never had a chance to meet, and telling him
stories about life. Here is the poem:
To a Little Boy from an Old Man
At a friends home I happen to see
A photo of a little boy, who is unknown to me
I studied the picture, then I could see
The beautiful features of the boy, who is unknown to me
My mind wandered back, I wished to be
The age of this boy, who is unknown to me
Mother Nature said, No, that is not for thee
I asked the little boy, let me take your hand
Come along with me. I will show you our great land
We will travel far, we will sit by the sea
As we journey on, I will tell you about life
And what is to be
The hardships, the pleasures, the work and the strife
All this will be part of your life
Be honest, be strong above all be a man
Then I am sure, you will see
What a wonderful life this can be.
All my love to the little boy
Who is unknown to me
Clarence Silk
The Old Man
เพราะมากลยค่ะ เลยนำมาฝาก
| จากคุณ |
:
ขอพบในฝัน   
|
| เขียนเมื่อ |
:
24 ก.ค. 54 21:45:08
|
|
|
|
|
// ------------------- > Sunday Girl < ------------------- //
้ สวัสดีค่ะ คุณไม่เสียใจ :)
