By what measure can one judge a life

By wealth, riches or lack of strife

To look back at things not having done

Or acquiring things yes on and on

I see no joy in this attained

I have no pride in material gained

Instead my pride it lingers on

In the guise of my only son

He is true and honest as can be

A gentleman of life that is he

So when I kneel before my god

And he asks me just what I’m worth

I’ll take my hand and point with joy

To my one and only loving boy