Best Sonold Poems
Just as a boy grows into teenager
he is bound to one day grow into man
I think it's when he is just five years old
He becomes a demolition fan
At that juncture it's all about the tools
To dismantle what works perfectly well
They may be begin plastic at the start
But it triggers something in their cells
A teenager will start with something small
A lawnmower, dirt bike, then on to cars
Then as he ages and gain life experience
The quest for tools is written in the stars
It starts with a simple set of wrenches
Then moves on to socket sets and ratchet
Not just ASE, they need metric as well
A tool store is a veritable banquet
Metal worker, wood crafter, mechanic
Plumber a welder and electrician
Wrapped up in a testosterone package
Needing a new tool for the next mission
Watch as his eye light, when reaching for a tool
That's new to the market sitting on display
It's no longer about simple fun in an old cardboard box
It will be tools from now till his dying day
Watching Him Grow
This evening I sat in my old favorite chair,
Watching my son playing near.
Matchbox cars and Lego blocks,
Erecting buildings and mountains of rocks.
Oh what fun he seemed to have,
Not playing attention to his dear old dad.
Make-be-believe, his imagination taking flight,
Something that seemed to have started overnight.
His imaginary friend, he’s now talking to,
It’s like all of a sudden my little boy grew.
Playing alone or with a friend,
His interaction skills have really kicked in.
Oh what a joy to see him play,
I watch in silence with nothing to say.
It’s like he’s growing into a little man,
While I’m enjoying the view from where I stand.
But oh my little boy, don’t grow too fast,
I’m not ready for these days to be of the past.
He said dad, no disrespect but I want something different than you,
Planting cotton and corn, tending sick animals is not what I want to do.
He said I want to be around people, learn new things, I’m just tired of this old farm,
Dad, I know this hurts but I swear I mean you no harm.
Son you are your own man and I’ll not stand in your way,
And I know you’ve thought hard on it, but please hear what I have to say.
I know I put a lot on your plate but you’re the only son that I’ve got,
And without you to help pick up the pieces, this little farm would go to pot.
And one day not too far down the road I was planning on you taking the reigns,
But I can see in your eyes your heart has already made the change.
I don’t know how long I can keep it going, but I don’t want that to be your worry or concern,
I know you’ve been saving up your money, and maybe from this we both can learn.
Well next morning paw stayed and helped little Sam load his old truck,
And as paw hugged Sam goodbye, five rolled up Franklin’s in Sam’s pocket he stuck.
Boy that ain’t much but I know with what you’ve got, you’re gonna do fine,
Now you skeedaddle before you get your old paw to start crying.
Bout half a mile down the road Sam stopped and had a long hard talk with the Lord,
He said Lord I ain’t even gone a mile and this road has done got too hard.
He said Lord that old man needs me and loves me and I think I feel the same way too,
He said I’ve made up my mind, I’m turning around, going home, that’s exactly what I’m going
to do!
And as he pulled back into the driveway, he saw the tears in his old daddy’s eyes,
He said daddy I’m not leaving, and they hugged and they both had a good cry.
But this little episode had refreshed and rekindled something that they both had seemed to
have lost,
You can’t put a price on love, it has to be given freely, no charge and without any cost.