When I was young, just a boy,
my father’s pride, my mother’s joy.
so well behaved, quiet and kind
always listened and quick to mind.
Just a bit older, eight or ten
milking cows, hoeing weeds,
that’s when heavier work began.
I gave my all to my family’s needs.
Slogged six long miles to unheated schools,
through clutching mud and icy pools.
Grew large, a lad into my teens,
some might think these imagined scenes.
Surrounded by females’ admiring eyes
of my trim physique and scholar’s mien.
I ignored their frequent heartfelt sighs,
far more mature than the usual teen.
Indulged in play on court and field,
showed great skill in many a game.
Urged on by neighbors and their pride,
I had no wish for all the fame.
I’ll not recount my further success,
too broad for this short page to show.
My children smile and pat my hand,
“Yes, dad; we know, we know, we know.”