I have no wish, my little lad, To climb the towering heights of fame. I am content to be your dad And share with you each pleasant game. I am content to hold your hand And walk along life's path with you, And talk of things we understand -- The birds and trees and skies of blue. Though some may seek the smiles of kings, For me your laughter's joy enough; I have no wish to claim the things Which lure men into pathways rough. I'm happiest when you and I, Unmindful of life's bitter cares, Together watch the clouds drift by, Or follow boyhood's thoroughfares. I crave no more of life than this: Continuance of such a trust; Your smile, whate'er the morning is, Until my clay returns to dust. If but this comradeship may last Until I end my earthly task -- Your hand and mine by love held fast -- Fame has no charm for which I'd ask. I would not trade one day with you To wear the purple robes of power, Nor drop your hand from mine to do Some great deed in a selfish hour. For you have brought me joy serene And made my soul supremely glad. In life rewarded I have been; 'Twas all worth while to be your dad. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN ERICSSON DAY MEMORIAL, 1918 by CARL SANDBURG THE INDIA WHARF by SARA TEASDALE A MAN TO A WOMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS JIM, WHO RAN AWAY FROM HIS NURSE, AND WAS EATEN BY A LION by HILAIRE BELLOC THE SLAVE AUCTION by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE SOWER AND HIS SEED by WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY THE EAGLE; A FRAGMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON |