'What Do I Know? ' - Poem by Linda Winchell
Do the kids know more then what I did in my day?
Do they know how to go outside and really know how to play?
Do they know more than the internet and others tell them is so?
Do they really, do they really, do they really, want to know?
Can they tell the time, just by the hands on a watch?
Can they read a paper map and know where they got?
Can they open the Bible and read their children a verse ot two?
Can they, can they, please tell me this I'm asking you?
Will they ever know what makes a flower grow and bloom?
Will they want to start at the bottom of the ladder,
sweeping someones dirt from room to room?
Will they live much better, with less of what I did provide?
Will they, will they know, really how to survive?
What is it that I have taught them, really taught them to be?
What is it that they see in you or even see in me?
What of God did I teach them from the word of God?
What of what I've stood for, it all seems somewhat odd?
What will they do with me, when my life is coming to its end?
What, tell me what, was I more then just a friend?
Hind sight is blinded by one striving for success
I tried and gave what I could and had, and will be forgiven for the rest.
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