When I think of my son Consider what I could have done As he was young once and I Did allow those years to fly Driving a fruitless road And he but an infant I could have known If myself I bestowed Before those priceless years had flown; Now we are tied to a wheel Whatever it is about this we feel Repeating the past we knew Unable to to stop and start anew Unable to plan or build But if I could to my son still give A future yet to be filled That he could find the way to live; I would have given him this To the child unknown whom yet I still miss Chance us all to impress A challenge instead of idleness A place for him to achieve And know in himself what had to be done Yes! This I believe-- This I would have given my son.