As I see you grow
And see what you know
Then being so proud
Of what you can do now
As I remember the times
That you would whine
And cries thought with no end in mind
Then now as I look upon you today
I am proud of you
To call you my boy my son
So now teach your boy
What I have taught you
Believe that you can be proud
Of him as I was with you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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