A Poem

By Samuel Gottstein

 

Through the years you’ve watched me grow

And now in the summers you watch me mow

Though time has passed you still watch on

To see just where I will belong

 

When winter comes you groan and sigh

For it is not my time to fly

Away to mountains, glaciers and more

Away from the world we learn to bore

 

Though you may not enjoy a trip

To dance and back without a tip

You still will do it, without a qualm

And through the ride stay very calm

 

Why you do this I only think

But I can tell you in a blink

It is love that binds a father and son

And through that love we all have won