Classic Poem

Standing alone at the ocean's edge,
Eager and unafraid,
You are the child I used to be,
Playing the games I played.

Now I have only a coward's heart,
Holding you all too dear,
Learning at last that love shall teach
The fearless how to fear.

You are so little against the sky,
Eager and unafraid—
Oh, little son by the ocean's edge,
I am afraid, afraid!