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I'd like to tell my grandchild
Some things I've learned so well
To guide him around the obstacles
And see he never fell.
I'd like to lift him up to see
The stars bright above.
To teach him paths that I've trod
Without a guiding light.
I would save him from himself
As he traveled through life's way.
I'd tell him of the pitfalls
That he might encounter each day.
But I know that what I've learned
Just won't work for him,
And he'll have to find a new
How, where and when.
The path I chose to follow
Now is overgrown
With thicket and thick underbrush
From seeds I have sown.
He'll have to take his own path
And it's a trial and error course.
He will fall and make it hurt
But he'll never feel remorse.
For he'll know he did his best
And that only he can say,
And he'll have the satisfaction
That he did it his own way.
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