I find myself idly wondering about you,

who will you become when you grow up.

Will you be a fireman or a sailor

or cowboy like your grandpa.

Will you cry when you fall down,

or tough it out like Daddy does.

Are you going to grow tall and strong,

will you be happy in life…

Are you going to come out of childhood

covered from head to toe in scars, like me.

Will you be able to get back on your pony

when he bucks you off. Will you like

horses, like me and Grandma, or

motorcycles, like Daddy and Papa Jim.

Will you be outspoken or shy, top

of your class or bottom.

Are you going to conquer life

with your head held high with pride.

Who will you be…