“To feel his little hand in mine,
So clinging and so warm,
To know he thinks me strong enough
To keep him safe from harm:
To see his simple faith in all
That I say and do;
It sort o’ shames a fellow,
But it makes him better, too.
And I’m trying hard to be that man
He fancies me to be,
Because I have this chap at home
Who thinks the world of me.
I would not disappoint his trust
For anything on earth,
Nor let him know how little I
Just naturally am worth.
But after all, it’s easier
That brighter road to climb,
With the little hands behind me
To push me all the time.
And I reckon I’m a better man
Than what I used to be
Because I have this chap at home
Who thinks the world of me.”
~ Anonymous