And Now I Sit And Give Him Crayons

He's gone from crayon

To fishing pole

And I'll be damned

If I can accept his growth

He dropped that pole

For the challenge of leather and wood

And the baseball diamond

Seemed to shrink to his size

The baseball was left behind

For his first set of wheels

And he drives faster

Than I ever dared

The car naturally

Led to girls

And eventually

To that one woman

That one woman

Led to marriage

And then

To a son of his own

And now I sit

And give him crayons

And hope a fishing pole

Is the furthest thing from his mind