Father’s Gift to Child

father's gift

The times have proved my judgment bad,
I’ve followed foolish hopes in vain,
And as you look upon your dad
You see him commonplace and plain.

No brilliant wisdom I enjoy;
The jests I tell have grown to bore you,
But just remember this, my boy:
‘Twas I who chose your mother for you!

Your life from babyhood to now,
Has known the sweetness of her care;
Her tender hand has smoothed your brow,
Her love gone with you everywhere.

Through every day and every night,
You’ve had an angel to adore you!
So bear in mind I once was right;
‘Twas I who chose your mother for you!