For my grandson on his First Communion day.
If I could take life’s lessons that I’ve learned
And plant them firmly, deep inside your head,
You’d never make the same mistakes I’ve made.
You’d chart a much more ordered course instead.
But God did not intend it in His plan,
It never was nor ever could it be,
For then, I would become the youthful you
And you, dear child, become the aged me.