TO A GRANDSON

Unique you are from your first breath.
Remember Grandson your not rife.
Born of parents proud and true,
Off you sail on the sea of life.

Make sure that you look forward
And feel the winds of change;
Let them fill your sails
As all seven seas you range.

Earnestly talk with all aboard,
From each you’ll learn a truth
And see how life unfolds
With lessons learned in youth.

You’ll learn to study, train and play,
To be a loyal crew member.
From foul weather gain your strength,
It’s achievements you’ll remember.

Set your course for personal dreams,
While respecting Mum and Dad.
Look after mind and body,
Don’t fall for latest fad.

look out for what is coming up
Not looking to the past.
Life’s too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.

When the goings really rough
And you are looking back.
Go up front and trim the sail
And just take another tack.

It’s all right to remember,
That’s part of history.
But up front where it is happening,
There’s so much mystery.

Make sure you go ashore;
Take time to feel the auras,
Fear not that some have thorns,
Be thankful thorns have roses.

The enjoyment of living,
Is not where you have been.
It’s looking ever forward,
To wonders yet unseen.

It’s sailing on through fog and storm
And never being a quitter.
For if you want to live your life,
Grandson, you gotta be the Skipper.

Pikey.