The Sinning Me

Of the traits that might I pass down to my children or child I hope one is not to grow up being wild, Nor do I want them to drink or to ever smoke I would hate for them to become a drunk, or to choke. I would hate to think that my children did what I did Because, my faults and addictions I would not forbid, I would also hate to hear them to swear or to curse Sometimes actions from deeds, you cannot ever reverse. And when my sweet children become adults The way that I am will become their results, I hope that they don't ever lie or cheat or steal And I hope unlike me, that they will have a stronger will. I don't want my children to become hateful and mean From what I have done or from what I have seen, In my life I have done many bad and shameless things From smoking and drinking and cursing and flings. I hope that my children never do take drugs And I hope that they are not bullies or antagonists or thugs, When I think of the many things that I have already done I wished that I had walked away, or better yet, did run. I would hate to think that many years from now That from my bad choices, immorality my children did allow, I would then also hate to look upon my family tree Then to see that my children, had become me. Randy L. McClave