Monday, July 1, 2013

Your Name

When I was a boy, I often would read a poem painted onto a wooden plaque "wall hanger" on the counter near our phone. I was a trinket sold through one of those mail-order catalogs.

I read it so often that I never, ever forgot it. When I think of the generations that will come after me I try to remember its words. It's an edited version of the original.

Your Name
Edgar Guest

You got it from your father,
t'was the best he had to give,
And right gladly he bestowed it
It's yours, the while you live.

You may lose the watch he gave you
and another you may claim,
But remember, when you're tempted,
to be careful of his name.

It was fair the day you got it,
and a worthy name to bear,
When he took it from his father
there was no dishonor there.

Through the years he proudly wore it,
to his father he was true,
And that name was clean and spotless
when he passed it on to you.

It is yours to wear forever,
yours to wear the while you live,
Yours, perhaps some distant morn,
another boy to give.

I did too, December 19, 2010 - in a chapel in Lewisville, Texas ... I passed it on to my own little boy (just like I did two years previous when I did the same for my daughter... but the poem mentions a boy).
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