My Son

He's a thinker and he thinks Into deep thought he sinks Knowing life will be his greatest education He's a writer and he writes Of brighter days and starry nights And a future filled with hope and expectation He's a dreamer and he dreams All his plans and all his schemes Are a direct result of all that he's been taught He's a doer and he does And it's only just because He's learned to give it everything he's got He's a giver and he gives And he loves the way he lives But there's still so much he doesn't understand He's a talker and he talks As we take our evening walks Of the days to come when he becomes a man.