He’s only a boy, his mother’s pride
Rough and ready with boyish strides.
He loves to romp, play ball and skip,
A regular “feller” alert and quick.

He’s only a boy, so was his dad
He may be mischievous, but he’s not bad.
If he throws a ball through the window pane,
There’s always another to put in again.

He’s only a boy, and those days are few;
Soon he’ll grow up and be leaving you.
Then you’ll long for the time and remember with joy,
God bless and keep him, he was just a boy.

He was just a boy and an awful tease,
But he never forgot, he always said “Please”
At night in his room, when he closed the door,
He knelt in prayer on his bedroom floor.

“God Bless Mother and Bless my Dad -
and, Dear God, forgive me when I’m bad;
I didn’t mean to, I’ll try to be good.
Bless me and help me to do as I should.”

He’s only a boy, so let him play
As all boys should in the regular way.
Give him a dog, a bike and a cart,
Keep your boy’s love close to your heart;

And when he is grown, he’ll remember with joy
All the fun he had when he was just a boy.

A simile is as easy as pie, but a metaphor is a piece of cake!
Poetry From the Generations - Nan's Morsels

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He’s only a boy, his mother’s pride Rough and ready with boyish strides. He loves to romp, play ball and skip, A regular “feller” alert and quick.

A simile is as easy as pie, but a metaphor is a piece of cake! Poetry From the Generations - Nan's Morsels

He’s only a boy, his mother’s pride
Rough and ready with boyish strides.
He loves to romp, play ball and skip,
A regular “feller” alert and quick.

A simile is as easy as pie, but a metaphor is a piece of cake!
Poetry From the Generations - Nan's Morsels