WHO AM I?

The wonder years how they do flee,
As too the dreams once held so dear.
The child that sat upon my knee,
Now claims his right, his course to steer.
I tell myself as parents will,
I need more time to teach him well.
But the tide of time I cannot still
And his zest of life I must not quell.
A well worn, safe and lighted path
I would he travel, to never veer.
But this boy turned man in righteous wrath,
Would challenge wrong both far and near.
So when I question mode of dress,
And ask where do his values lie,
I must to self a question stress
Who am I, Who am I?