Father to Son

The times have proved my judgment bad.
I've followed foolish hopes in vain,
And as you look upon your dad
You see him commonplace and plain.
No brilliant wisdom I enjoy;
The jests I tell have grown to bore you,
But just remember this, my boy:
'Twas I who chose your mother for you!

Against the blunders I have made
And all the things I've failed to do,
The weaknesses which I've displayed,
This fact remains forever true;
This to my credit still must stay
And don't forget it, I implore you;
Whatever else you think or say:
'Twas I who chose your mother for you!

Chuckle at times behind my back
About the ties and hats I wear.
Sound judgment I am known to lack.
Smile at the ancient views I air.
Say if you will I'm often wrong,
But with my faults strewn out before you,
Remember this your whole life long:
'Twas I who chose your mother for you!

Your life from babyhood to now
Has known the sweetness of her care;
Her tender hand has soothed your brow;
Her love gone with you everywhere.
Through every day and every night
You've had an angel to adore you.
So bear in mind I once was right:
'Twas I who chose your mother for you!