I'm Proud Of You (I Think) Poem by Pleasant Dabbs

My son, I'm proud of you because you are so kind
You look so distinguished and are much more refined
Than your older brother, of him I'm not proud
Rebellious he is, and puts himself on a cloud…

High above all the others, he thinks he's the best
His friends are too simple, they don't pass the test
All his opinions must surely be heeded
And all other viewpoints are clearly not needed

There are two kinds of proud, the first is to feel honored
To know someone upright- one who has a kind word
For others -he loves them and seeks their fulfillment
I am proud to know him, would be sad if I didn't

I fear that proud two is just like your brother
Life is focused on him, and not on another
He brags and is boastful, is not humble and giving
He wants glory and honor, is not meek or forgiving

All people can choose, the first or the second
Some desire to be two, for me one I reckon
Some say I'm old-fashioned,
"You must be known far and wide"
For me, that's baloney, it's enough to feel proud inside


c aaron